This was what I saw, looking to Mount Hallowell in the east, when I got up this morning.
So clean and elegant, like the lines of Sappho (in Anne Carson’s translation): stars around the beautiful moon/hide back their luminous form. . . The image has stayed with me all morning as I prepared bread dough, cut some sweet peas to celebrate Angelica’s arrival this afternoon.
Sappho again:
But for the one who has hair yellower
than a pinetorch
crowns
of blooming flowers
...Theresa Kishkan 