Poet of the week - Mark Strand

The Coming of Light
Mark Strand

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.


Excerpted from The Story of Our Lives by Mark Strand. Copyright © 2002 by Mark Strand.

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