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For Mark Strand and His Moon
Reading Mark Strand’s beautiful, sharp,
Ragged words, late at night –
I wish I had such vision
He suddenly reminds me to look out
My own window
She shines full behind the dark
Hanging shapes of eucalyptus
And turns the sea silver
Like smooth ice
That draws you in
To this forgotten night.
The ocean is a glamorous seductress
With a floating string
Of diamond oil wells
At the edge of a black sky.
The time on the clock is all ones
And I am one with the window
Where I could always look –
But don’t
Not like I constantly looked
Out the window of the orphanage
In those solitary days
That I thought had ended
But have not.
Art: Arthur Rackham
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