Poem for the day

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Lines For Winter

by Mark Strand

Tell yourself

As it gets cold…… and gray falls from the air

That you will go on

Walking….hearing…..

The same tune….. no matter where

You find yourself –

Inside the dome of Dark,

Or under the crackling white

Of the Moon's gaze in a valley of snow.

Tonight, as it gets cold

Tell yourself

What you know is nothing

But the tune your bones play….

As you keep going.

And you will be able – for once -

To lie down under the small fire

Of Winter Stars.

And if it happens that you cannot

Go on…..or turn back…..

And you find yourself

Where you will be at the end,

Tell yourself….

In that final flowing of cold through your limbs….

That you Love what you are.