STAR
Hard and gold, it follows us, hissing through my sleep.
Mary F. C. Pratt
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 3.0
Hard and gold, it follows us, hissing through my sleep.
In just four short lines, the poem turns a star into something unsettling. We usually think of stars as distant, gentle and silvery, but here the star is "hard and gold," like a piece of metal, and it "follows us." That small word "us" suggests the speaker isn't alone, though the star's attention…
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