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light cafe window

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, from The Late Hour

I discovered this poem in a stack of books on a worn bookshelf in a cabin-like dining hall, where we used to gather in the evenings and sing and read poetry and talk, during my gorgeous two weeks at Blue Haven. It has stayed with me ever since.

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