ANGEL

Alice Oswald
Saturday 12 July 1997 23:02 BST
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Like glass, concealed but not lost in light,

contains in its light a certain unseeable thickness,

I saw the half moon sitting in a tree at dawn

lit with interior darkness.

I saw the ground was gone and all

along that gloom the little glows of cars

vanished away; a black unseeable bird

intermittently blew the infinite song in its centre.

I saw a woman in a shell;

I saw two people lying stoney still

in the durable darkness of flesh

move their mouths as if to suck at darkness.

And when I touched their mouths,

I saw the outward closing in its inward eye,

I saw the real unseeable sun in the sun, rise

in a region of shadow cut off from its own flames.

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