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The Day undressed—Herself—
Her Garter—was of Gold—
Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—
Her Dimities—as old
Exactly—as the World—
And yet the newest Star—
Enrolled upon the Hemisphere
Be wrinkled—much as Her—
Too near to God—to pray—
Too near to Heaven—to fear—
The Lady of the Occident
Retired without a care—
Her Candle so expire
The flickering be seen
On Ball of Mast in Bosporus—
And Dome—and Window Pane—
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Comments1I really enjoyed this piece, it's beautifully layered with rich imagery and symbolism. The blending of the celestial and the mundane really makes it feel like a delicate, intimate portrayal of the passing of a day. Her way of articulating the world and universe is truly mesmerizing.