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A Special Dedication
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The Marked and Unmarked
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I cannot say upon which luminous evening I shall go out beyond the stars, To windless spaces and unmarked time, Turning nights to days and days to nights. This is the place where I live. I planted this tree. I watched it grow. The leaves fall and I scuff them with my feet. This is the street on which I walk. I have walked it many times. Sometimes it seems there are echoes of my walking-- In the mornings, in the nights, In those long evenings of silence and stars --the unmarked stars. Reprinted, by
permission of Talmadge Ragan, from Sam Ragan, |
Sam Ragan was the Poet Laureate of North Carolina from 1982 until his death in 1996. |
Important Notice: Copyright belongs to the estate of the Poet. |