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Merry Christmas


May you spend the holidays warm and happy and in the company of those who love you. 

May the new year bring you peace, joy, prosperity and good health! 

CHRISTMAS TREE WITH TOY VILLAGE

 

Under green limbs, the world 
before Copernicus: Earth nested 
at the center of the Cosmos, 
a shepherd asleep in the lap 
of a stone. The season's long debate 
of fire and snow goes on 
at village windows: the cobbler 
argues with his wife; 
a grocer fingers his coins. 
Outside the gate, an ox-cart 
shares the road with camels, 
and a tavern-keeper's spotted dog 
trots along behind. 
                    Angels, 
bored with Heaven's airless nights, 
descend from boughs of spruce 
to catch a wind that lifts their hair, 
billows their gowns. Light, 
not from above but from below, 
shines on human shoulders, spheres 
of fruit, and horses' silvered hooves -- 
the Earth itself a great, 
immovable star, lit 
from within. Sheep stand, 
mouths open, listening 
to a wave break on the shore.

 

Mary Cornish 
Poetry 
Volume CLXXIX, Number 3 
December 2001

Copyright (c) by the Modern Poetry Association. 
All rights reserved.

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Merry Christmas

May you spend the holidays warm and happy and in the company of those who love you.

May the new year bring you peace, joy, prosperity and good health!

CHRISTMAS TREE WITH TOY VILLAGE

 

Under green limbs, the world
before Copernicus: Earth nested
at the center of the Cosmos,
a shepherd asleep in the lap
of a stone. The season's long debate
of fire and snow goes on
at village windows: the cobbler
argues with his wife;
a grocer fingers his coins.
Outside the gate, an ox-cart
shares the road with camels,
and a tavern-keeper's spotted dog
trots along behind.
                    Angels,
bored with Heaven's airless nights,
descend from boughs of spruce
to catch a wind that lifts their hair,
billows their gowns. Light,
not from above but from below,
shines on human shoulders, spheres
of fruit, and horses' silvered hooves --
the Earth itself a great,
immovable star, lit
from within. Sheep stand,
mouths open, listening
to a wave break on the shore.

 

Mary Cornish
Poetry
Volume CLXXIX, Number 3
December 2001

Copyright (c) by the Modern Poetry Association.
All rights reserved.

 
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