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Mark Strand - From The Long Sad Party

Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.

Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.

It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
   white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.

Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
   candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe

the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
   noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
   stars,
how small they were, how far away.

Added: on June 29th, 2006 at 12:31 PM | Viewed: 3141 times | Comments (1)


From The Long Sad Party - Comments and Information

Poet: Mark Strand
Poem: From The Long Sad Party
Volume: The Late Hour
Year: Published/Written in 1973

Comment 1 of 1, added on June 29th, 2006 at 12:31 PM.

Something about this poem suggests that it is not finished. It may be a purposeful attempt to convey that as bad as life was, in retrospect perhaps those were the best of times, having happened before one had the ability to comprehend. And now, even if the music starts, it is a different time, small and insignificant when one ages.

Ruth magleby from United States

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