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Saturday, 25 May 2013

Dawn Moon


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Dawn Moon: photo by Tom Raworth, 31 May 2010


what is done
in the dark

the night
clocks out

dew on
the grass

one thought
singing
to itself

or someone
else

of a great
undoneness



File:Dew drops LC0107.jpg

Dew drops on a spider web
: photo by Jörg Hempel, 2007

7 comments:

STEPHEN RATCLIFFE said...

Tom,

you may do in the dark
What the day doth forbid:
Feare not the dogs that barke,
Night will have all hid. . .
-- Campion, A Booke of Ayres, XIX


5.25

light coming into sky above black plane
of ridge, moon going down behind branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

these are at once, alphabet
arrangements of color

margin, corner between legs
of table, turned over

blinding silver edge of sun above ridge,
cloudless blue sky to the left of point

Dalriada said...

Who gets

to go as far
as it can

and maybe further
but still

wake up
in time

to a treat
of fresh
negotiation

something new
on the table

to be looking
out for

Marie W said...

What a beautiful dawn moon, witness to all the thoughts sang in the dark, solo for one, about to be unfastened to the morning. Rare moments 'entre chien et loup' when the night is not anymore and the day is not yet. Time to tidy up those disordered ideas. After breakfast maybe.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

birth of day, all

undone nests before us

Wooden Boy said...

Something very plaintive in that thought song. All that undoneness.

TC said...

Tidying-up is such an endless chore, sigh.

It's almost impossible to stay on top of it.

TC said...

And who do you suppose is responsible for the cleaning-up at Flula's house?