Thereto Poem by Diana van den Berg

Thereto



It was the shadow,
Morning-dew soft
And flying-air-sharp,
That knew
The arc-dancer
With compass perfection
And Monet imperfection
And long-ago scripts
And the windows up.

(19 February 2011)

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Diana van den Berg

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Durban, South Africa
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