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The Sun Is Always Setting
- Colorado Review
- Center for Literary Publishing
- Volume 39, Number 1, Spring 2012
- p. 144
- 10.1353/col.2012.0032
- Article
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144 THE SUN IS ALWAYS SETTING PAMELA SUTTON except in Canterbury Cathedral where stained glass brands the sun’s voice on my open hands; where touched tombs ring like crossed swords singing; where this Sunday a broken knight’s footsteps scrape metal on marble; except in Canterbury where flocks of white stone flutter; where glass trumpets shape and shatter; except this Sunday, this Easter, in Canterbury where limned books whisper secrets heard only by the dying and their sparrows—the sun is always setting, always spinning and unfolding; always tearing through the paper ocean; except in Canterbury where the stained sun and a pale knight kneel, are beloved, and breathe still. ...