14 September 2006

Galway Kinnell

[from Czeslaw Milosz’s A Book of Luminous Things, 1996.


On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and as if they had simply
increased their receptivity
to gravity they sank down
into the mud; they faded down
into it and lay still; and by the time
pink of sunset broke across them
they were as invisible
as the true stars at daybreak.

1 comment:

  1. Robert Hass used to teach from that book at Berekely. Some good stuff in there...