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Big Dipper

by Hilda Conkling

The Big Dipper spilled stars down over the roofs,
I felt the way the wind whirled stars
Over the town roofs. . . .

I felt the town asleep:
I felt people there in the great crisp dark.
When morning came in a waver of light
There was a breath of change ... all the dreams going away from the dreamers
As dreams do go away in the morning.

A ring of hills . . . one river . . . some streets
Make a design.
Stars make a design
And it is a Big Dipper
Or the Pleiades like a bunch of grapes. . . .
It is harder to say what the roofs mean:
I don't know . . .
Maybe I'm not yet far enough

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