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Mar 17, 2023Liked by tspoetry

Oh, I just love, Laura Foley's last lines. I can feel myself almost physically lifting as I read,

"in shade, beneath hidden stars,

a soft, summer morning,

seeing with my whole being,

love made visible."

Particularly struck by that metaphor, "in shade, beneath hidden stars." [Sigh]

Reminds me of another poem, by Arthur Sze, "First Snow," which was also featured by Every Day Poems a couple years ago (and I once heard him read!) where he says:

"Snow melts into a pool of clear water;

and, in this stillness,

starlight behind daylight wherever you gaze."

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