How deep the blade of the North wind.
How it empties the silver square.
It shatters every rind
with the loneliness of nowhere.
Let these words stare
like the grains of a last dust,
to that cone of light, run, over there,
the dream corner you trust.
How it empties the silver square.
It shatters every rind
with the loneliness of nowhere.
Let these words stare
like the grains of a last dust,
to that cone of light, run, over there,
the dream corner you trust.
1 comment:
"How deep the blade of the North wind."
That's one of the most powerful lines I've read in a long time. I'm still thinking about it. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
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