Saturday, March 13, 2010

dark night

there's a wide and lonely night outside,
and the long black sky is falling
faster every minute. . .

the moon in silence
stalks the clouds
who flee,
like frightened mice
before the wet and chilling
hand of midnight. . .

which gropes and squeezes
as if 'twere the fingers
of a strangler. . .

1976

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