Friday, November 3, 1995

MIDWINTER LETTER FROM THE SUN



I awoke reciting these lines:
There was a woman of the state 
centuries of snowflakes 
do not a necklace make.
A bone of light falls on her door,
a midwinter letter from the sun. 

dream image
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