Sestina

1 9 R S E S T I N A W I L L I A M V I R G I L D A V I S Tonight, there are no stars. This huge hooded dark is like a deep sleep in which one longs for even a hint of wind to bring her out from under what she has hidden under, the way the invisible stars and even the hushed wind in this dark dark seems to be one long uneasy sleep. Call it sleep, but, underneath , all along, she has envied the stars within their dark unruΔed mantle of wind and the way the wind moves over them like sleep, in the dark, in ways they hardly understand but name like stars or trace along the long long insistent wind, beneath the deeply hidden stars 2 0 Y that fall through her sleep as they go under it, into the dark. It is all always dark and how she longs to be out from under the curse of an unruly wind, and to sleep hidden like the hidden stars. Under the deep dark of her long dreams she hopes to sleep like stars and wind. ...