Night as an active agent of black "paddling the land" takes it out of that sense of night "falling" and once "fallen" well, there is nothing, it is dead, static. But the verb the poem makes use of makes the blackness move within us and around us once again, instilling its fear and mystery. Thank you for the fine poem.
Ah! see how the water catches the moonlight!
soar swans up noised over beach
no: so a black equal others stabled states can is not
Night as an active agent of black "paddling the land" takes it out of that sense of night "falling" and once "fallen" well, there is nothing, it is dead, static. But the verb the poem makes use of makes the blackness move within us and around us once again, instilling its fear and mystery. Thank you for the fine poem.
moonless night
the smell of the sea