the river sliding along its banks darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed the night to come.
Excerpt from the poem The Mercy
Philip Levine
the river sliding along its banks darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed the night to come.
Excerpt from the poem The Mercy
Philip Levine