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End of Night In Your Honor. Todd Jackson . This time, above others, is
Apollo's: Ancient Night has stretched long, like
the North winter stretches long. There is a blur of purple at the black
horizon. In moments it is spread to a violet
efflorescence in the Sky, but It has not yet rested upon the
tree-tops. The dew still buds, unmelted. The road is swallowed in the
dark. The crows are awake, and
shouting.