“What use is moonlight?
I reach into it, fingers open,
and my hand is silvered
and blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.”— Margaret Atwood, from “Sumacs,” in Interlunar (via abattoirette)
“What use is moonlight?
I reach into it, fingers open,
and my hand is silvered
and blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.”— Margaret Atwood, from “Sumacs,” in Interlunar (via abattoirette)