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Michael McClintock |
All Desires, at Stonehenge (a poem of the winter solstice) Here stands old earth's compass, made motionless in stone, yet swift enough to mark and pace the sun. Each year, the longest night emerges from these ribs dark and whole, and winged winter's cold stays late. Robed ones, breathe your prayer, then lay before these stones all desires, that the sun-bright spring may come.
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