The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill, <br />To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still, <br />And will be there as long as I think they will. <br /> <br />And will be there as long as I think that I <br />Can throw the window open on the sky, <br />A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye; <br /> <br />As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing, <br />Barges moving down a river, water flowing, <br />Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing, <br /> <br />Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying, <br />Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying, <br />In life life-giving, and in death undying. <br /> <br />[1957]<br /><br />William Jay Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-below-the-window/
