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:
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> THE UN-MARVELLING
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> How strange was last night, I beheld your face, electric
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> with thought along with my unrest, alight and hollow
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> when the night trees shivered and the block
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> we walked seemed more cluttered than the road
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> we used to walk, where every little plot
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> and fence was tended, maybe we were too narrow
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> maybe we lost our hunger then to care or look
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> to stare at stars, to forget the way we marvelled
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> how their brightness could also seem soft
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> through the canopy no matter how intense or thick
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> how this strange loveliness may never come again
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> how I wanted something - something I never quite got
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