Night’s brittle song...

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IV

 

Night’s brittle song, sliver-thin

Shatters into a billion fragments

Of quiet shadows

At the blaring jazz

Of a morning sun.

Frank  Marshall Davis, "Four Glimpses of Night" from Black Moods: Collected Poems

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morning gold dark open sky

Schubertiana : Tomas Tranströmer

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III

The string quintet is playing. I walk home through warm forests with the
ground springy under me,
curl up like an embryo, fall asleep, roll weightless into the future, suddenly
feel that the plants have thoughts.



from Schubertiana
by Tomas Tranströmer
translated by Robert Fulton



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It is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and
is never shaken. 

~William Shakespeare

The current that with gentle murmur glides

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The current that with gentle murmur glides ~ William Shakespeare