Diane DiPrima kindly forward this lovely Carl Sandburg solstice poem:
One arch of the sky
Took on a spray of jewels.
The crystals gleamed on the windows
Weaving their wintrish alphabets
Of spears and ovals fixed in frost
Fastened to a glass design
With a word: This must be.
There are shooters of the moon far north.
There are dying eyes holding diadems.
There are deaths sweet as laughing waters,
There are gold heelprints on the fading
staircases of the stars.
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Happy Solstice, all -
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
Which, too, has a Solstice piece.
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