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Eyesight

A.R. Ammons

It was May before my
attention came
to spring and 
 
my word I said
to the southern slopes
I've

missed it, it
came and went before
I got right to see:
 
don't worry, said the mountain, 
try the later northern slopes 
or if

you can climb, climb
into spring: but 
said the mountain

it's not that way 
with all things, some 
that go are gone