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Robyn Sarah


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A sly gift it is, that on the year's
shortest day, the sun
stays longest in this house--

extends the wand of its slow
slant and distant squint
farthest into the long depths

of our wintry rooms--to touch with
tremulous light, interior places
it has not lit before. 


From Questions About the Stars (Brick Books, 1998 and 2012).
Used with the author’s permission.

 

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Robyn Sarah was born in New York City to Canadian parents. She wrote and enjoyed poetry as a child and is now the author of nine poetry collections, two collections of short stories and a book of essays on poetry. Robyn is the poetry editor for Cormorant Books in Toronto, and lives with her husband in Montreal. Her most recent collection is Digressions: Prose Poems, Collage Poems, and Sketches (Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2012).

 

 


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paula:
Wonderful observation and great language!
Posted 12/22/2013 07:12 AM
debrabruce:
You got it just right--thanks.
Posted 12/21/2013 07:12 PM
rtaylor947@aol.com:
Rich language!
Posted 12/21/2013 01:15 PM
twinkscat:
Love the image of the wand...
Posted 12/21/2013 12:58 PM
dotief@comcast.net:
Beautiful!
Posted 12/21/2013 12:55 PM
LindaCrosfield:
That's a beaut, Robyn. Truly. Happy Solstice to you and everyone.
Posted 12/21/2013 12:40 PM
Jo:
Beautiful poem, Robyn. Thank you.
Posted 12/21/2013 12:07 PM
Donna Pflueger:
Robyn, your lovely poem filled me with hope and I thank you for that!
Posted 12/21/2013 10:55 AM
mimi:
lovely and perfect for this day!
Posted 12/21/2013 10:55 AM
TheSilverOne:
This is beautiful!
Posted 12/21/2013 10:48 AM


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