06 March 2007


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Unblink and it remains,
The glass edges, the antemeridian light,
The four sisters in Sunday's weeds
Called from Wednesday tasks.
Now--bone ache, cow shit, prairie wind so tired of it.
But there's a thing to do and another after,
And I'll not stop. I'll not stop.

3 comments:

Antonia said...

antemeridian light. looks indeed like antemeridian light. latin is beautiful.

mark said...

yes it is oh priceless one.

Antonia said...

i also like the last line, for some reason I expected 'it'll not stop' and not 'I'll'. That's what makes it interesting.