Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

And then out of its own goodness, out

of the far fields of the stars, the morning came,
of the far fields of the stars, the morning came,
and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses
and inside me was the stillness a bell possesses
just after it has been rung, before the metal
just after it has been rung, before the metal
begins to long again for the clapper’s stroke. —Brigit Pegeen Kelly
begins to long again for the clapper’s stroke.
—Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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