No 4: ON PEACE

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ANNABEL EVERETT

On Peace

Peace comes dropping slow [1]

But I was born impatient

So when Arizona spilled its ink blue oil

And the sun finally kissed my skin, melted my frosty bones

I was already gone

I had leapt across the state in two breaths

I had outrun the slowing of things, the land of the golden hair

I think that I will not know peace until I get there

[1] William Butler Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree, 1890