Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Music at Night

Mary Oliver

Especially at night
It is the best kind of company—

A brother whose dark happiness fills the room,
Who has arrived from a long journey,

Who stands with his back to the windows
Beyond which the branches full of leaves

Are not trees only, but the maelstrom
Lashing, attentive and held in thrall

By the brawn in the rippling octaves,
And the teeth in the smile of the strings.

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