Author Lew Welch I saw myself a ring of bone in the clear stream of all of it and vowed always to be open to it that all of it might flow through and then heard "ring of bone" where ring is what a bell does Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments