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Gaspard de la Nuit.

“Word of the day: sjushamillabakka — ‘between the sea & the shore’, i.e. in the shifting space between high & low tide, neither quite water nor quite land. Metaphorically, therefore, a threshold or border realm (Shetland, archaic).” —@RobGMacfarlane

The Terrible Various.

      “GHOSTS

The wind is full of ghosts tonight.
   Let them carry your body far.
Let them bury you out of sight
   Under a brooding star.

I can not weep for blood or bone.
   Flesh grown cold or eyes that stare.
Let them tuck you under a stone.
   Little, little I care.

For the wind is full of ghosts that talk,
   And I a rendezvous must keep
With something more than dust and chalk
   Before I sleep.”

—Marion Francis Brown, in: Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1925

( @frankhudson.bsky.social reminded me that the first line echoes Millay's Sonnet 43 & the last, Frost's "Stopping by Woods..." )

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