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Quite beautiful I think, Jill, especially those gracious line turns. Strained moonlight, loss, it’s all there. Bill On Wed, 14 Mar 2018 at 7:22 pm, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > THE UN-MARVELLING > > > > > > How strange was last night, I beheld your face, electric > > with thought along with my unrest, alight and hollow > > when the night trees shivered and the block > > we walked seemed more cluttered than the road > > we used to walk, where every little plot > > and fence was tended, maybe we were too narrow > > maybe we lost our hunger then to care or look > > to stare at stars, to forget the way we marvelled > > how their brightness could also seem soft > > and how the moonlight would seem to strain > > through the canopy no matter how intense or thick > > how this strange loveliness may never come again > > how I wanted something - something I never quite got > > ________________________ > Jill Jones > www.jilljones.com.au > > Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press > http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones > > >