Capturing a beautiful, meaningful moment in time. This entire poem is a metaphor and very
nicely written.
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nicely written.
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Though now that I've posted, I would be receiving alerts regardless.
The first star trembles like a gilded fly
While walks the moon her web of sky.
Wish quickly. Some wish the weight of a bird,
The worth of a sigh;………. no matter: the word
Would be some language the world knows not,
Your lips be granite, the star forgot,
The spider moon be starved and dead
Before your lightest wish was said.
It is the silence, not the snow, we dread.
It is the silence, so emphatic now,
that terrifies the owl-eyes on the bough.
It is the keen portentousness, we said.
The owl, we said, is neither wise nor kind.
'The owl is stupid.' Then we moved away.
(The owl crouched still in vigil, still resigned.)
We searched and found no careless word to say.
And we, unlike one bird, were alien.
And cautiously we stepped along the field,
and fearfully, and knew the thoughts of men
committed to a doom forever sealed.
It is the silence, not the snow, we dread.
It is the silence, so emphatic now,
that terrifies the owl-eyes on the bough.
It is the keen portentousness, we said.
Very good indeed Stanfordella. Enjoyed reading. Hope your next one isn't another 21months away.
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