by Karin Boye If a star comes loose and falls white through the air, then, it is said, she answers our prayers, that reach that short glimmering path. I wait and wait. It is April, a warm and sharp-eared night in April, when the grass grows and the stars listen - tonight they go so peacefully their way, and not one trips and falls! But if I fall asleep, it matters not at all: if a star tears itself loose tonight, then she must feel my prayer, where she descends, even though I sleep - for all the silent, silent night all of wide, wide space is completely full of my only wish!
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