Charles Tomlinson: Fire In A Dark Landscape
And where it falls, a quality
Not of the night, but of the mind
As when, on the moonlit roofs,
A counterfeit snow
Whitely deceives us. And yet ...
It is the meeting, of light
With dark, challenges the memory
To reveal itself, in an unfamiliar form,
As here: red branches
Into a transparency
In liquid motion, the winds'
Chimera of silk, twisting
Thickened with amber shadows,
A quality, not of the mind
But of fire on darkness. |