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| Photo by Craig Sargent |
How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of
the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop to be fractured by a tiny
jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapour as if earth were breathing in
and out, once, twice, for the first time. Then under the dullness someone walks
with a green light. Then off twists a
white wraith. The woods throb blue and
green, and gradually the fields drink in red, gold, brown. Suddenly a river snatches a blue light. The earth absorbs colour like a sponge slowly
drinking water. It puts on weight;
rounds itself; hangs pendent; settles and swings beneath our feet.
The Waves
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