The parched pasture
passing my window
isn’t empty;

the shadow cast
by the lone willow
isn’t shadow merely:

a herd of black cattle
has pooled there
like ink in a bottle,

has remade for itself
out of the glare
a deeper shade.

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Geoffrey Brock is the author Weighing Light and the translator of several books from the Italian language.



This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 32 Number 2, on page 31
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