(
Starry Night drawing by Vincent van Gogh, 1853-1890,
Dutch Post-Impressionist painter)
I know better — but my memories of watching the Northern Lights, the Aurora Borealis,
as a youngster in Manitoba have me almost convinced that the night skies crackled as the fluorescent waves of color spun above me. THE STARS
When night comes
I stand on the steps and listen.
Stars swarm in the yard
and I stand in the dark.
Listen, a star fell with a clang!
Don’t go out in the grass with bare feet;
my yard is full of shards.
~ Edith Södergran (1892-1923), Finnish-Swedish poet
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