Far From the Madding Crowd
Music and poetry—two sides of the same coin
Monday, August 21, 2006
We hear the music of the spheres:
Earth tilts away, and the sun dips
behind the mountains earlier each day,
rises later from the sea.
Gulls fall silent then slip
away in the gathering dark.
Fishermen prepare seines and boats
for the long night-days trailing
fruitful lines in the maelstrom.
Their eyes tell you that soon
the only sunlight they will see
must reflect first off moon and snow.
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