Night Stuff

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Smoke and Steel. 1922.

LISTEN a while, the moon is a lovely woman,
a lonely woman, lost in a silver dress,
lost in a circus rider's silver dress.

Listen a while, the lake by night is a lonely woman,
a lovely woman, circled with birches and pines
mixing their green and white among stars shattered in spray clear nights.

I know the moon and the lake have twisted the roots under my heart
the same as a lonely woman, a lovely woman,
in a silver dress, in a circus rider's silver dress.

by Carl Sandburg.

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