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STONES AND STARS
Always a cause
of wonder for me is how, after
hours of dull weather, days
of drizzling rain,
that small cobblestone street
outside my window not only
begins at last
to breathe in the clear air, it also
somehow flames
as it revives, changing
into a lane of tiny mirrors, a field
awash with light.
Even now, believe me,
if you were to walk out
into the street at this hour, the wet
cobblestones
and the four or five yellow lamps
shining above them
and the smaller lights,
all the lit windows of the houses,
would seem at once
as wonderful a thing
as the sight of the thin lane of sky
over your head or as the thought
of the infinite
dark, the vast firmament itself
sowed thick as a field with stars.
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