Navigating by the Light of Vanished Stars

The weeds have been snapped at the roots, yet their leaves

and long stems are still green; untwining them relieves

the choked plants, but the refuse discarded still beams

with the life that has already ended.


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A Pine Tree Glowing in the Sunset

Among recent days, at one dying of the light,

I saw a brilliant pine tree that did gather all my sight,

and sent my mind past it, toward the well by which ’twas bright:

the fountain-sun within the black cold adumbrating night,

which forever pours forth deathly, cruel, irradiating blight,

making worlds barren.

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