A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.
A white rose
Black brambles hood;
Smooth bright snows
In a dark wood.
A flung white glove
In a dark fight;
A white dove
On a wild black night.
A white door
In a dark lane;
A bright core
To bitter black pain.
A white hand
Waved from dark walls;
In a burnt black land
Bright waterfalls.
A bright spark
Where black ashes are;
In the smothering dark
One white star.
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Unlike some of her other pieces they start out 'dark' and then end 'dark' or they start out 'light' and then end 'dark' but with this piece I felt it started out 'dark' and ended in the 'light' as if when she wrote this piece, perhaps there are others, that when she wrote it she was hopeful and not in a dark place, or she was in a dark place and still hopeful, which is possible and does happen.
I like the doors in which this gives, it gives a line and then follows it closely and vividly right after and doesn't skip a beat, you're right there with it.
This is a great piece that Wylie has written, there's another one I've read of its accord, which is in the same rhyme pattern and form, and I like that one too.
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