If you can think of the mind as a place continually Visited, a whole city placed behind The eyes, & shining, I can imagine, now, its end-- As when the lights go off, one by one, In a hotel at night, until at last All of the travelers will be asleep, or until Even the thin glow from the lobby is a kind Of sleep; & while the woman behind the desk Is applying more lacquer to her nails, You can almost believe that the elevator, As it ascends, must open upon starlight. --Larry Levis, from Winter Stars
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 14:01:30 +0000
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