DPF / Dickey

For a place in which animals live and die and live again, from The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry (1990).

from The Heaven of Animals / by James Dickey

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

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