Blanche Mccarthy
Look in the terrible mirror of the sky
And not in this dead glass, which can reflect
Only the surfaces--the bending arm,
The leaning shoulder and the searching eye.
Look in the terrible mirror of the sky.
Oh, bend against the invisible; and lean
To symbols of descending night; and search
The glare of revelations going by!
Look in the terrible mirror of the sky.
See how the absent moon waits in a glade
Of your dark self, and how the wings of stars,
Upward, from unimagined coverts, fly.
Created by
guccipiggy
Last modified
2006-01-26 03:04 AM
