title: Muddy-Fingered Midnights: poems for bright days and dark nights of the soul
author:  Laurel Garver 
description: "<span>Garver seamlessly integrates unpredictable rhyme andalliteration to undergird the themes and strange beauty of these poems. The collection explores moments of cowardice and melting purity,<span>'my </span>only fruit / a cool ooze / that bubbles up / on blistering days,' yet holds strongly onto faith as much as<span>'</span>Yankee girl grit.' Even in dark times that are 'glassy with misery,' there's a hidden reflection in the pane: hope." --Jessica Bell, <i>Vine Leaves Literary Journal</i></span>
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  # Endless Night
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Endless Night
  
  
  "Every Night and every Morn
  
  
  Some to Misery are born.
  
  
  Every Morn and every Night
  
  
  Some are born to Sweet Delight,
  
  
  Some are born to Sweet Delight,
  
  
  Some are born to Endless Night."
  
  
  (Auguries of Innocence)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Endless Night
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter 8
  
  
  I sat there, on the grass by the stream among the water flowers with the
  little paths and the stepping stones all round us. A good many other people
  were sitting round about us, but we didn't notice them or even see they were
  there, because we were like all the others. Young couples, talking about their
  future. I stared at her and stared at her. I just couldn't speak.
  
  
  “Mike,” she said. “There's something, something I've got to tell you.
  Something about me, I mean.”
  
  
  “You don't need to,” I said, “no need to tell me anything.”
  
  
  “Yes, but I must. I ought to have told you long ago but I didn't want to
  because - because I thought it might drive you away. But it explains in a way,
  