So many damned sunsets
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From the notebooks, November 22, 1994:
So many damned sunsets.
You'd think the sun
would tire of every
day ending the
same, slipping
beneath the
horizon
only to be forced up again.
Yes, I know it's an illusion:
the earth revolves around the sun,
but wouldn't you think the solar orb
would tire of that, too, always being
the center of the Universe? Yes, I realize
the sun is only the center of the solar system,
really a fifth-rate star on the edge of the galaxy.
And if that doesn't depress the sun,
then he must be one of those perpetually perky
people, greeting the world each day with idiot grin,
never doubting he will rise, looking forward to it, bright,
ebullient, lounging on the horizon in a Fool's motley of colors,
dancing across the descendant as if nothing could ever change, as if rain
was merely the bad dream of grouches.
So many damned sunsets.
You'd think the sun
would tire of every
day ending the
same, slipping
beneath the
horizon
only to be forced up again.
Yes, I know it's an illusion:
the earth revolves around the sun,
but wouldn't you think the solar orb
would tire of that, too, always being
the center of the Universe? Yes, I realize
the sun is only the center of the solar system,
really a fifth-rate star on the edge of the galaxy.
And if that doesn't depress the sun,
then he must be one of those perpetually perky
people, greeting the world each day with idiot grin,
never doubting he will rise, looking forward to it, bright,
ebullient, lounging on the horizon in a Fool's motley of colors,
dancing across the descendant as if nothing could ever change, as if rain
was merely the bad dream of grouches.
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