"And for a single moment my voice is everything" ~ David Berman
Friday, 24 July 2015
poem for the day: Nocturne by Edith Sodergran
Moonlit evening, silver clear
and the night's blue billows,
sparkling waves, numberless,
follow one another.
Shadows fall along the path,
on the shore the bushes softly weep,
black giants guard its silver in their keep.
Silence deep in summer's midst,
sleep and dream, -
the moon glides out across the sea
white tender gleam.