The Coming of Light Mark Strand - 1934-2014 "Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath." Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Desolation dwells Left emptiness, vacant room stark walls, lonely broom tilting table, checkered cloth coffee stains, lifeless moth human beings here once dwelt perhaps hope here once was felt but look around and see could it have been but misery desolation dwells Uninspired ornaments of alabaster molded scrolls of casting plaster windows smudged with coated grime wooden floors revealing time desolation dwells Left emptiness, vacant room stark walls, lonely broom tilting table, rusty knife reminders of the time this lonely place once was alive human beings here once dwelt joy and sorrow once were felt now shadows cast a silent spell and desolation dwells W4U
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