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EDITOR'S CHOICE: jordan reynolds'

By Heather McHugh

I love a rock, for holding
so much down (itself, for example,
its grounds). From where we stand it seems

to set loose Alps of cloud above;
below, the lilies range
around its late, light-catching

faces. Lawns run right up to
its settledness: Your
Highness! buzz the grasses and

Your Heaviness! (their blades
ablaze). For they must come
and go, attracted now

to this, now that, while it
is always going---going with
the monolithic given,

given every day to love
(in winter as in heat)
only the planet's plunge through heaven.


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