Listen to Sophie Cabot Black reading this poem. At the cross of the cross Is the part that holds. Two roads Meet; after that is the work of continuing
On. Beyond intersection
Lies departure, which is then to see
What goes on without you what
Does not go wrong. One tree reconciles
Against another; arm over arm,
A man across a woman in a contract
Of the one thing they know
They do well, which is the beginning
Of how one will soon leave
The other. They cannot turn back
For what they have made in the air
Already discloses agreement, and
Is where many have stopped to rest.
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