In his new poetry collection, Chard deNiord explores the paradoxical nature of unknowing.\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;\u0026lt;b\u0026gt;I WEPT WITH JOY ABOVE THE RIVER\u0026lt;/b\u0026gt;\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;I wept with joy above the river.\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;I wept with sorrow above the river.\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;My tears were clear, both sweet and bitter.\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;One leaf cried out to another,\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;âEmpty me today of all my color.\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;Fill me tomorrow with a shot of sugar.â\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;This was the still ritual for my feet:\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;To stand on the earth that took\u0026lt;br\u0026gt;of \u0026lt;i\u0026gt;earth earth with ill \u0026lt;/i\u0026gt;and sing.