[ A ]

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward

I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them

I did not know what was happening in my heart

It was the season before the elderberry blooms
Therefore they were going north

The sound was passing northward

[ B ]

Tell me a story

In this century, and moment, of mania
Tell me a story

Make it a story of great distances, and starlight

The name of the story will be Time
But you must not pronounce its name

Tell me a story of deep delight