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Eleanor Wilner
HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON
HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON
HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON
The hornsof a bull
who was placed
before a mirror at the beginning
of human time;
in his fury
at the challenge of his double,
he has, from
that time to this,
been throwing himself against
the mirror, until
by now it is
shivered into millions of pieces—
here an eye, there
a hoof or a tuft
of hair; here a small wet shard made
entirely of tears.
And up there, below the spilt milk of
the stars, one
silver splinter—
parenthesis at the close of a long sentence,
new crescent,
beside it, red
asterisk of
Mars
© 2007, Eleanor Wilner
From: Poetry, Vol. 189, No. 4, January
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 189, No. 4, January
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON
The hornsof a bull
who was placed
before a mirror at the beginning
of human time;
in his fury
at the challenge of his double,
he has, from
that time to this,
been throwing himself against
the mirror, until
by now it is
shivered into millions of pieces—
here an eye, there
a hoof or a tuft
of hair; here a small wet shard made
entirely of tears.
And up there, below the spilt milk of
the stars, one
silver splinter—
parenthesis at the close of a long sentence,
new crescent,
beside it, red
asterisk of
Mars
From: Poetry, Vol. 189, No. 4, January
HISTORY AS CRESCENT MOON
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