restricted access But a Morning Star

From: Skandalon

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54 But a Morning Star Those years they took to making love in the early morning before even the birds were awake, before the hound Who snored in the garden could shake off his houndish dreaming and bay the constellations home. For now, this was the cusp, And after, she would sleep, and he would dress and go down— in ordinary time not old or young, but in other systems Neither had yet been born, or one of them was dying in a muddy trench while artillery pounded the mainland. When the war is over, When the crisis of birth has made its peace, when ceremonies of passage are complete, and the hound is a heap of bones Gnawed by hounds in the garden, there will still be the early morning. ...