TROUBLES

right now 

i'd like 

all my troubles 

to stand 

in front of me 

in a straight line, 

and 

one by one 

i'd give each 

a black eye

(shannon hale, the goose girl)

to the zenith

the rise and set of sun and moon - 

supernatural.

we doubt which of these was under a celestial guardianship.

it could only be a symptom of secret pain, the whole expanse of nature -

no more than his soul.

beheld there in dull red light, burning duskily

such shape gave it so little definiteness.

he gazed upward, perfectly aware.

at no great distance from the miraculous.