#8 winter solstice 2010

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IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN

But how dark
is darkest?
Does it get
jet -- or tar --
black; does it
glint and increase
in hardness
or turn viscous?
Are there stages
of darkness
and chips
to match against
its increments,
holding them
up to our blindness,
estimating when
we'll have the
night behind us?

~ Kay Ryan, born 1945, American poet


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