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Here is a world of quiet sunlight--
careful, lightly, breathe only softly, before you sighs the bones of a sacred quiet, below you breathes a blue drained pond. Look, the air is making water out of sunlight. Listen, and you’ll hear breathing. Here is a world of quiet sunlight, olive groves stretching centuries before you, a ruin deep inside the heartbeat of things, the soul-sound quickening, the blood deep-rushing, look and they will be behind you. Is that your reflection breathing, or a shadow passing over the sun?
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Vivian HuaOriginally from California, Vivian is a recent graduate from Harvard University, from which she completed a minor in English and served as Editor-in-Chief of Harvard’s Prescription magazine. While she intends to pursue a career in medicine, she has always maintained a passion for poetry, and has previously published in journals Acorn and Frogpond. She can be reached at vivianhua@college.harvard.edu. |
