‘Midlight the Stable Place.’ R.P. Blackmur

From ‘Midlight the Stable Place’ (that word midlight!)

‘Below the southern, seaward ledges, where,
Such is the heavy weathering away,
No flower grows, no silence hearts the air,
Each rock gives slowly from its utmost bay,


It is midwaste of breaking and the foam,
Midblack the upward curve, the flecking lace,
There always order gives disorder room,
There always midlight is the stable place.


R.P. Blackmur

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