1.16.2010

Saturday

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
Our final ring of heaven seen
The seventh rest, a solemn home
Whose rings a listing hollow keen
Cut through shadow's darkling foam.

The resting day with wisdom mark
A sadness cool and even
Contemplation rising, still and stark
Long-gone rule, and what the reason?

Wander lone, in vale and hill
Cell and chamber thinking fill

So are Saturn's children.

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