When I heard about the Korean blanket
A blanket of darkness in softest mink,
I wanted to see inside of a Korean dark.
Their dark was no different in its heart
From the wetlands of deep white river
Where a darkness is inside white light.
Darkness knew itself a night’s silk mink
Not so very different from the Chinese,
But less expensive in the night bazaar.
The same darkness is on our windows,
In embroidered needle-pricks of light
And light had a heart hid in darkness.