June 14, 2005

• Darkness at Noon

  

  

  I stood
  out in the open cold
  To see the essence of the eclipse
  Which was its
  perfect darkness.

  I stood in the cold on the porch
  And could not
  think of anything so perfect
  As man’s hope of light in the face of darkness.

  – Richard Eberhart,
  “The Eclipse”

  See also March 11.

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