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Saturday, November 28, 2015

Artemis

Artemis

Silver light and purple shadows,
Artemis is hunting, hunting;
Faintly I hear her bowstring singing,
The echo of fleet footfalls in my heart.
I gaze across where leaves
Move silver shadows upon silver columns;
I listen and hear nothing,
For high above, the moon
Hunts silent in the silent night, 
And leaves no footfall.

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