sunrise at dusk
- At October 19, 2010
- By carla
- In digital art, Illustration Friday, Nikon D90, photography, poetry
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Even now this landscape is assembling.The hills darken. The oxensleep in their blue yoke,the fields having beenpicked clean, the sheavesbound evenly and piled at the roadsideamong cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrennessof harvest or pestilence.And the wife leaning out the windowwith her hand extended, as in payment,and the seedsdistinct, gold, callingCome here
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.– Louise Gluck, “All Hallows”
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