Friday, July 26, 2013

Twilight, late July

In the apple orchard it is already dark,
though down by the road the last stem of day flares.
I walk the dogs in the Janus-faced shadows.
The moon rises from mankind’s doubts.
You can live with sorrow
If you walk with your face open and your hair light.

~ Stephen Kuusisto

The poet has a new book, Letters to Borges; lovely work. And a big h/t to Lance Mannion, who first posted this.

This time of year the Northwest is deep blue with those shadows, dark, knife-edged under the brilliant moon of midsummer; the sort of shadows that hide lovers and fools whose madness and joy and sorrow drift across the warm night like memories not yet made.

1 comment:

Syrbal/Labrys said...

I've loved the cooling mornings of late, that send me shivering back indoors for a robe. And the brilliant moonlight on freshly baled best part of summer.

I must be semi-vampire, the sun comes through and the temp rises and I scurry inside to draw curtains and turn on a fan.