TY - JOUR
AU - Peterson, Jim
AB - JI M PETERSO N Your voice filters down to me through cottonwood leaves, strokes me into quiet gray light under the window, crawls shaggily into my ear like a late fall fly. You would confine me to the room of my own song, but I will not give you the satisfaction. There is nothing in my hands on the table. I step outside and catch your slang on the brim of my hat. Your words have taught me to search for the small dry underside of an alder leaf— where the wolf spider sleeps. I have learned to follow the syntax of your falling, your parallell structures tumbling over the ground to the place where I belong— the lowest place on earth. Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment 9.2 (Summer 2002) Copyright © 2002 by the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment 
TI - Rain
JF - ISLE: Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment
DO - 10.1093/isle/9.2.255
DA - 2002-01-01
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/oxford-university-press/rain-VHlVeRp35O
SP - 255
EP - 255
VL - 9
IS - 2
DP - DeepDyve
ER -