Instants in the quiet, small sharp stars,
Pierce my spirit with a thrust whose speed
Baffles even the grasp of time.
Oh that I might reflect them
As swiftly, as keenly as they shine.
But I am a pool of waters, summer-still,
And the stars are mirrored across me;
Those stabbing points of the sky
Turned to a thread of shaken silver,
A long fine thread.
Points And Lines
Aldous Huxley
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Poem topics: silver, sky, summer, time, long, small, spirit, sharp, speed, shine, quiet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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