Those lines, say, on stars:
the hell with the stars.
They were about the perception of the stars.
—Franz Wright, Another Working Dawn—
Are the stars
still blazing away,
all those happy little dream stars
in their empty blue somewhere?
Once I knew about stars,
those endless blue holes in the cold night sky,
how they burned God’s fingertips
when he tried
to move them
from one little dream
O! stars of silent sapphire dreams
please gleam and glitter and scream
now and then:
before you decide to