Sign inventory -- week 8

BEGINNING
James Wright

The moon drops one or two feathers into the field
the dark weat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon's young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, i dont dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The Wheat leans back toward its own darkness
And I lean toward mine.


I think the way the poem is written depicts what is going on in the poem. the words, and the length of the sentence are quiet, and still. The words that are used, feathers and slender, are really delicate, kind of like new beginnigs.