The stilled rose And moon pallors Well the loaded pool Edges like a cut--- 5 The one stone- Solid among darknesses. A bush of silverdust Throws tremendous capes, shadows; And now the moon 10 Cradles a candle Behind your face as behind a palm. Such luminescences Crave a cave To hide in, a filled well 15 To extinguish Such unbidden brightnesses; Some damp small spot will do. Any liquid Deep enough 20 To fall through a breathe like air.
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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