Magazine March 22, 2010, Issue

After Reading the Journals of George Fox

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They told me, “We’re quite busy here.”
I told him, “Stay away from me.”
I lay awake. I watched the wind
Unwind the branches of a tree.
I passed exams, unpacked and packed,
Ordered and cancelled. Time went by
Like a foreign-language broadcast. Then
I saw a river in the sky.
Clear as the air but bright as ice,
It let the sun through to the wheat.
It rippled like a flare of song.
It pounded like a runner’s feet.
Down here, a form rocked in the surf.
A sidewalk stain was dirty red.
I saw the miracle reversed,
And what had been alive was dead.
And yet the flood of light above
Only swelled stronger, like

Sarah Ruden’s most recent books are the extensively revised second edition of her Aeneid translation and her new translation of the Gospels.

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