The stars are filtering through a tree
outside in the moon’s silent era.Reality is moving layer over layer
like crystal spheres now called laws.The future is right behind your head;
just over all horizons is the past.The soul sits looking at its offer.
Les Murray
Month: December 2019
Glee—the Great Storm Is Over
GLEE! the great storm is over!
Four have recovered the land;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand.Ring, for the scant salvation!
Toll, for the bonnie souls,—
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals!How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask, “But the forty?
Did they come back no more?”Then a silence suffuses the story,
Emily Dickinson
And a softness the teller’s eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
