An Illusory Intertwingling of Reason and Response

Literary: Anything waxing literary and Classical goes here. Occasionally I’ll put up a post which is entirely or largely a poem. Those go in Poetry. I even sometimes (though I would be the first to tell you that “literary criticism is bunk”) post some critique.

Tafel :: literary :: poetry

Friday, March 16, 2007

Still a Moon

Many a star I strew across my path,
and rolling, bouncing, running, laughing,
roll they past.

The very dimmest — least aglow —
sit, ’till shooed,
but ne’er a bright.

On I tread, tracking ever,
ere a-sky they flee,
but no more see.

In pity I would stop and weep,
but still a moon walks with me.

* Thanks to L.E., who rescued this for me. I've mislaid a lot of writings over the years, and have rarely gotten them back.