MY mother taught me that every night a
procession of junks carrying lanterns moves silently
across the sky,
and the water sprinkled from their paddles
falls to the earth in the form of dew.
I no longer believe that the stars are junks carrying lanterns,
no longer that the dew is shaken from their oars.
(Allen Upward)
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