Magazine article The New Yorker

In a Dark Time

Magazine article The New Yorker

In a Dark Time

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In a Dark Time

I

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;I hear my echo in the echoing wood—A lord of nature weeping to a tree.I live between the heron and the wren,Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

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What’s madness but nobility of soulAt odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!I know the purity of pure despair,My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.That place among the rocks—is it a cave,Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

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A steady storm of correspondences! …

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