the flame of the gods’
palette my madness
goes off singing towards
of nights and of roots
the fabulous rumps
of hills smeared with the rouge
“…the earth was unquestionably flat, the sky unquestionably domed, and it seemed to me when I was a child in school, learning about Columbus, that in spite of what my teacher said, ancient cultures might have been onto something. No globe or map fully convinced me that Zebulon County was not the center of the universe. Certainly, Zebulon County, where the earth was flat, was one spot where a sphere (a seed, a rubber ball, a ballbearing) must come to perfect rest and once at rest must send a taproot downward into the ten-foot-thick topsoil.”
— A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley Copyright © 1992 by Jane Smiley.
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