when your eyes
pause on the ball
that hangs on the third branch from a star
you remember why it got dark and why it is getting light again
the earth (like the heart) leans back in its seat
and like that it travels along an orbit
drawn in the darkness
unpolished pearl in sky-black palm of hand
that you yourself are a light-bearer
who receives her radiance from others
© Sjón. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2011 by David McDuff. All rights reserved.
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