At the field’s end, in the corner missed by the mower,
Where the turf drops off into a grass-hidden culvert,
Haunt of the cat-bird, nesting-place of the field-mouse,
…
One learned of the eternal…
From “The Far Field,” a poem by Theodore Roethke
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