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Jordy C wrote:
>
>> “Islands”
>> —————
>> “The curtains parted. Light
>> coming in. Moonlight, then sunlight.
>> Not changing because time was passing
>> but because the one moment had many aspects.
>>
>> White lisanthus in a chipped vase.
>> Sound of the wind. Sound
>> of lapping water. And hours passed, the white sails
>> luminous, the boat rocking at anchor.
>>
>> Motion not yet channeled in time.
>> The curtains shifting or stirring; the moment
>> shimmering, a hand moving
>> backward, then forward. Silence. And then
>>
>> one word, a name. And then another word:
>> again, again. And time
>> salvaged, like a pulse between
>> stillness and change. Late afternoon. The soon to be lost
>>
>> becoming memory; the mind closing around it. The room
>> claimed again, as a possession. Sunlight,
>> then moonlight. The eyes glazed over with tears.
>> And then the moon fading, the white sails flexing.
>>
>> -Louise Gluck

One of my favorite poets, her poetry was introduced to me by Karla
Rogers back in 2004.