Sunday, April 12, 2015

10/30 Verbatim

We enter the room, candle in hand
What we see is the unforgettable. 
With a soft flick-flack
the great Moths fly round the bell-jar
alight, set off again, come back,
fly up to the ceiling and down.
They rush at the candle,
putting it out with a stroke
of their wings
they descend on our shoulders
clinging to our clothes,
grazing our faces.
The scene suggests a wizard's cave
with its whirl of bats. 

--verbatim poetry taken from The Faber Book of Science edited by John Carey page 222

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