A newspaper account of the recent Lunar eclipse included this line: "the event begins when the Moon’s disc touches the edge of the Earth’s penumbral shadow at 20:17 GMT."
How wonderful this use of the word touch: two bodies further apart than lovers have ever been in the history of loving; this silent, enormous passage, the least tactile experience imaginable--it is a touch. Wonderful that touch encompasses light and shadow on such an inhuman scale. It is touching.
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2 comments:
Interesting -- there's something that seems Gravesian about this, in sentiment, tone, or style. Or am I just imagining it, prompted by your comment?
You're not imagining it, Rich; it's obviously true. Although it hadn't occurred to me (with this post) until you pointed it out.
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