Thursday, September 3, 2015

The Clouds have overrun the sky

 
 
The whole countryside’s a fluster:
meadows quivering, a tree is screaming,
the boulders have clapped hands over their ears.
 
The word is that the stars have been burgled,
a stream’s stolen the silver,
and a cave, (whisper it), has swallowed the moon.

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