The Narrow Skies

To have walked cold through this still living house, Looking on all things with indifferent eyes, Hating the light, the sun, the fool’s applause, Is to have measured how the narrow skies Contract to dark, how easily one word Shatters the green leaf and the singing bird.

From “Note at Midnight” in All the Night Wings

Image credit: Brent M | Flickr

Originally published at Loren Eiseley Ideas.

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