Tuesday

Rabbit




Today would be an altogether excellent day to be a rabbit grazing in Emily Dickinson's Amherst garden. Big-eyed and brown with enormous feet. I have just read Wallace Steven's poem A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts and am made godly by it.

'...And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
 In which everything is meant for you
 And nothing need be explained...'