Like arctic spawn conceived in light
we no more comprehend the night
than mountain streams, whose waters spill
from stone to stone, can run uphill.
But water that returns as rain
replenishes the stream again
and light on shadow, sun in space,
so follow their unhurried pace
that while the summer seems to stay
the pole drifts darkward day by day.
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© Brian Fewster,
Published in English in Education 29/1, Spring 1995
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