Advent by Donald Hall : Poetry Magazine

13 Dec

Advent by Donald Hall : Poetry Magazine.



When I see the cradle rocking
What is it that I see?
I see a rood on the hilltop
        Of Calvary.
When I hear the cattle lowing
What is it that they say?
They say that shadows feasted
        At Tenebrae.
When I know that the grave is empty,
Absence eviscerates me,
And I dwell in a cavernous, constant
        Horror vacui.
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