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The weight of stars
by Laurie DuncanBeneath the awful weight of stars,
the vault of heaven groans and splits
with breaks of light that spill in fits
to trembling clay. The sky has scars.
What power forms whole what soon it mars?
The moon's bright face admits each fault;
suns fade and fall in time's assault.
What chance then, heart, for bodies, ours,
against a force whole worlds devours--
Except to yield. Pray it not halt,
that bears the broken to greater exalt. 04/08/2008 Posted on 04/08/2008
Copyright © 2025 Laurie Duncan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 04/08/08 at 03:50 PM A very beautiful poem. I think the ending can be tweaked a little to flow with the rest of the poem but other than that it is lovely! Nice job - Erin |
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