So set its Sun in Thee

What Day be dark to me —

What Distance — far —

So I the Ships may see

That touch — how seldomly —

Thy Shore?

Emily Dickinson

~~~

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

Now all the truth is out,

Be secret and take defeat

From any brazen throat,

For how can you compete,

Being honour bred, with one

Who, were it proved he lies,

Were neither shamed in his own

Nor in his neighbours' eyes?

Bred to a harder thing

Than Triumph, turn away

And like a laughing string

Whereon mad fingers play

Amid a place of stone,

Be secret and exult,

Because of all things known

That is the most difficult.

William Butler Yeats

~~~

were it known it needn't be said

a black sun

shining half so bright

shadows

growing short with sunset

robins 

howling at the moon

doves

feeding on carrion

all that should be

undone

is undone

all that is right

is right

and two are one