Sang

From: nadiya reynold
Subject: Sang

Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Is the moon to grow
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
Dim, and die tonight?
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Given by nature will soak into it.
The purest form is always the one
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Like some poor wounded wretch뾩ong left for dead