Subtleties

 

A soft wind falls in the night, a pool of glow

Grows slow in still, and like a pond of wind

Still ripple wanders farther than I know

Of heavy ocean;

 

Timid caverns of the mind,

Where harsh stalactite jabs in blue drop-spears,

Swim in sounds (and no one knows of splashing,

Knows of slow stony pastel tears)

More deeply cover that I know of crashing.

-- Sally Clay
1957


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