Sunday, October 29, 2023


Dirge for a Dazzling Star


"The Pole Star is dying,

The planets bend over it,

They lower it into

A bottomless grave."

The Pole Star is dead,

But shining, shining.

The Pole Star is shining

In a bottomless grave.

The Babes in the Wood

Are sleeping, sleeping.

The Babes in the Wood

And the wolf at the breast.

The moon of late morning

Fadeth for sorrow

For sorrow she fadeth

Far down in the west.

Not a sound in the world

While the Pole Star was dying.

Not the cry of a child,

Nor the crash of a wave.

No sound over Earth

But sighing, sighing,

For the Pole Star alive

In a bottomless grave.

~ Helen Adam