POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG
AT NIGHT
Crazed shadows, from no golden body
That I can see, embrace me warm;
All is purple and closed
Round by night's arm.
A brilliance wings from dark-lit voices,
Wild lost voices of shadows white:
See the long houses lean
To the weird flight.
Star-amorous things that wake at sleep-time
(Because the sun spreads wide like a tree
With no good fruit for them)
Thrill secrecy.
Pale horses ride before the morning,
The secret roots of the sun to tread,
With hoofs shod with venom
And ageless dread;
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