Poems
THEME/S
A FOREST of shadows gliding fast,
Magnetwise, as drawn on by the sun
For westerly waning sunset-goal—
Zenith past, how eerily they run !
On paths that meander 'cross the sky,
Gleam and bend cloud-centaurs from afar
Moon-bow that is aiming, silver-taut,
Arrows made of silence at a star.
October 19, 1933.
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