4 September 2010
Night. Moon. Black leaves.
I open the French window wide:
Between us other barriers,
Invisible, infinite.
On my threshold
When my window is open upon the night,
Moths, black leaves, moonlight.
—Kathleen Raine (1908-2003)
via yama-bato & silver-age (via moonlitcorner)
Tagged as poetry umbra
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