These Anemones, Their Song Is Made Up As They Float Along

 

poem by Laurence Wieder

In 1954, in June

I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.

I saw the flowers fold up, the birds

Stopped singing to the morning, the grass

Grew wet, and it was dark.

I was awake, but when I was awake

A while longer I woke up and said

“I have slept until now”, and now

I have stopped sleeping altogether

The total solar eclipse of 18 July 1860, drawing by G. Tempel
The total solar eclipse of 18 July 1860, drawing by G. Tempel

courtesy of Paris Review

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