NIGHT

Louise Bogan - From Blue Estuaries

NIGHT

 

The cold remote islands

And the blue estuaries

Where what breathes, breathes

The restless wind of the inlets,

And what drinks, drinks

The incoming tide;

 

Where shell and weed

Wait upon the salt wash of the sea,

And the clear nights of stars

Swing their lights westward

To set behind the land;

 

Where pulse clinging to the rocks

Renews itself forever;

Where, again on cloudless nights,

The water reflects

The firmament's partial setting;

 

--O remember

In your narrowing dark hours

That more things move

Than blood in the heart.

 

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