A few years ago I was so inspired by this piece of a poem by Mark Strand that I spent a lot of time putting shiny stars on a small quilt, along with the poem. Strand's choice of words does for me exactly what I think a poem should, it gives me a sort of internal shiver. My daughter Leslie now has the quilt.
And I stood in the moonlight valley
watching the great starfields
Flash and flower in the wished for
reaches of heaven.
Thanks when I, the dog they call Spot,
began to sing.
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