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Michael Harlow


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The Book of Quiet

Keeps of light discover the evening:
falling perfectly to the dark, scatter
shadows that lick the tips of trees

swim as fish through circles way
the night splits open to waking:
a stone drops, moon drawn, trawling

lengths of quiet that fizz before
breaking against what edge the years
have rubbed us smooth and dumb.

 

From Edges (Athens: Lycabettus Press, 1974)

Michael Harlow
 


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Last updated 20 March, 2005