After dinner with a few friends we bundled and bumped into the dark with the dogs to view the meteor shower in the cold night. No moon and brilliant stars through the branches of the bare trees. My last class for the semester behind me and the great sea of the night sky ahead.
I love to look at the new moon through the bare branches of winter trees.
Always the same moon, the same branches,
Always new entrances
and caustic geographies.
The stars are still visible, like stunned impurities
In the great sea of anthracite that is the night sky.
--Charles Wright, from "Scar Tissue II" in Scar Tissue (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006)
I love to look at the new moon through the bare branches of winter trees.
Always the same moon, the same branches,
Always new entrances
and caustic geographies.
The stars are still visible, like stunned impurities
In the great sea of anthracite that is the night sky.
--Charles Wright, from "Scar Tissue II" in Scar Tissue (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006)
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