(Scream)
(The stars are screaming my name. Not urgently, they can't help it— Their voices are so big and fiery Their smallest whispers are deafening. I laugh above the noise.)
Reuben
SourceLicence:Public domain (author dedication)
(The stars are screaming my name. Not urgently, they can't help it— Their voices are so big and fiery Their smallest whispers are deafening. I laugh above the noise.)
Imagine looking up at the night sky and hearing it call your name. That's the strange, vivid situation in this short poem. The speaker pictures the stars as huge, fiery voices, so powerful that even their quietest whispers sound deafening. The stars aren't angry or urgent about it.
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