The Night Sky
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Daniel Brick
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I once read the night sky
like a favorite book that
needed neither note nor
gloss, so well-remembered
were its images, spread
across both mind and sky.
I read the stars and
the words with equal felicity,
and knew the messages hidden
in both. I made it so that
all was clear, all was known.
And then suddenly a double eclipse
darkened my prospects far and wide.
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Poems by Daniel Brick
Woodcuts by Franz Masereel
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