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SUNLIGHT THROUGH A WINDOW by HAZEL HALL

First Line: BEAUTY STREAMED INTO MY HAND
Last Line: LIKE A SCAR.
Subject(s): BEAUTY;
Beauty streamed into my hand
In sunlight through a pane of glass;
Now at last I understand
Why suns must pass.

I have held a shadow -- cool
Reflection of a burning gold,
And it has been more beautiful
Than hands should hold.

To that delicate tracery
Of light, a force my lips must name
In whispers of uncertainty,
Has answered through me in a flame.

Beauty is a core of fire
To reaching hands; even its far
Passing leaves a hurt desire
Like a scar.



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