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Mark Strand

Even this late it happens
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
― Mark Strand, “The Coming of Light,” The Late Hour. (Macmillan Pub Co March 1978)


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