SkyWatch Friday: to pierce a cloud
Apples! Have a care!
She's coming near!
Is it to bring the lily?
Is it to bring
Birds to this watery air?
You fishes, be more fond.
The small! The small!
I hear them singing!
Dove utterly,
Divergent bird,
The vine winds to its work;
She with her larchy sweetness,
Her nails brighter than shells,
She's come to pierce a cloud!
To pierce a cloud.
A cloud.
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from The Changeling by Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
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