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Tuesday, March 14, 2023

A Spring Night (in March)


Sandro Botticelli, La Primavera, c.1482

A Spring Night (in March)

What it is to be alive,

to know this twinkling ice of stars,

to know the burn of untouched scars,


to riot with the daffodil

when the light is terrible,

and terrible before the dark


the perfect time of shudder-earth,

the birth of all there is to care

in the vixen’s stolen glare,


the rolling on of hours

when her warmth offers

flowering fruit,


and winter is, at last, consumed?


Orla Fay

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