Arc of Selene
The pale moon gazes cold and stark
from its ancient arc in the winter sky,
half-blinded by light of sun,
half aware of matters unfolding
beneath its unhinged watch.
Time ticking past in silver units,
cycles of beauty and wonder,
awing earth, its native hearts.
Enchanting still, its radiant dance
through the star-spangled heavens—
fading with the purple sparks of dawn.
Dixon Hearne
Dixon
Hearne writes in the American South. He is the author of seven books of poetry
and fiction. His work has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, as well
as the PEN/Hemingway and PEN/Faulkner awards. His latest book is Plainspeak:
New and Selected Poems. Other poetry appears in Poetry South, Tulane Review, Big
Muddy, New Plains Review, Weber: The Contemporary West, various anthologies, and
elsewhere. He is currently working on a new poetry collection. www.dixonhearne.com
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