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My heart, then, though small, was full -- having caught

In summer through the fractured wall a glimpse

Of daylight, at the thought of where I was

I gladdened more than if I had beheld

Before me some bright cavern of Romance,

Or than we do, when on our beds we lie

At night, in warmth, when rains are beating hard,

The radio playing -- a distant ballgame

In some city we've never seen, but dreamed,

And then, the rain driving through the night

Silences everything the passing years

Incorporate into their dying bodies,

The way stars dissolve, with long thinking,

Into the harrowed centres of themselves.

~ Tom Clark

Description

My heart, then, though small, was full -- having caught

In summer through the fractured wall a glimpse

Of daylight, at the thought of where I was

I gladdened more than if I had beheld

Before me some bright cavern of Romance,

Or than we do, when on our beds we lie

At night, in warmth, when rains are beating hard,

The radio playing -- a distant ballgame

In some city we've never seen, but dreamed,

And then, the rain driving through the night

Silences everything the passing years

Incorporate into their dying bodies,

The way stars dissolve, with long thinking,

Into the harrowed centres of themselves.

~ Tom Clark