Night immortal,

engraved in every eye

& in the flowers that

fold each petal over

as twilight’s territory

trembles visible.


The silent figured

people in churches, in cafes

and in the back-ground country –

does each one

frame a life after

a private freedom? And does only love

awaken one to bend

without splintering, without a



But love cannot help the

slumbering soul or the mind

that has no wish to soar.


And even children

curl alone with the moon,




Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst


For Every Rain Cover 5


First published in “The Amethyst Review, Volume 1, Issue 2”  Summer 1993

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.



One response to “Sunset

  1. The craft here is amazing! There’s an essay itself in the way you have paced this. Awesome, in the literal sense of the word.

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