Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Day 691: Brave Sun

And the sun makes us brave too! 

The Brave Man - Wallace Stevens
The sun, that brave man,
Comes through boughs that lie in wait,
That brave man.

Green and gloomy eyes
In dark forms of the grass
Run away.

The good stars,
Pale helms and spiky spurs,
Run away.

Fears of my bed,
Fears of life and fears of death,
Run away.

That brave man comes up
From below and walks without meditation,
That brave man.

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