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:
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."