Emigration
near to sleep is natural love must be the love moving the sun and the other stars to their new mansions and ourselves, tomorrow, to a new flat.
There there will be new friends and new furniture…
and new silverfish.
near to sleep is natural love must be the love moving the sun and the other stars to their new mansions and ourselves, tomorrow, to a new flat.
There there will be new friends and new furniture…
and new silverfish.
The poem begins in a drowsy, half-asleep state, where big thoughts come easily. The speaker drifts toward the idea that love must be what moves the sun and the other stars to their "new mansions", a grand, almost medieval picture of a universe held together by love.
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