Poem: Country Stars by William Meredith

5.02.2015

     I found this poem recently in an old poetry book of mine, and thought it would be nice to share on Reading Soup. Feel free to let me know what you think of it!

-The Soup Chef

Country Stars 
By William Meredith

The nearsighted child has taken off her glasses
and come downstairs to be kissed goodnight.
She blows on a black windowpane until it's white.
Over the apple trees a great bear passes
but she puts her own construction on the night.

Two cities, a chemical plant, and clotted cars
breathe our distrust of darkness on the air,
clouding the pane between us and the stars.
But have no fear, or only proper fear:
the bright watchers are still there. 

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