Monday, June 4, 2012

Night Came Into My House By Anna Margolin

Night came into my house
with the roar of stars, of wings, of cataracts,
with the glow of fogs, of swamps, of long dirt tracks.
I lay tense and dark.
Trees came into my house,
Looming huge with trunks and roots earth-packed
And primeval deep glances of leaves from branches.
And bizarrely big clouds 
Came with thunder and laughter
Like the darkling heads of the gods.
All of them whirled wild and lorn and hard,
All of them howled "you are, you are, you are".
I lay tense and dark. 

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