.
Air, made to shine, gives up its lustre
to your sleeping features, and is theirs
to play around with as they will
and light embodied is a flash
on your muscular shoulders,
which smell like cloves
Dawn, Xepon, Laos: photo by Peter Rimar, 2004
Friday, 9 April 2010
Aubade
.
Air, made to shine, gives up its lustre
to your sleeping features, and is theirs
to play around with as they will
and light embodied is a flash
on your muscular shoulders,
which smell like cloves
Dawn, Xepon, Laos: photo by Peter Rimar, 2004
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Tom,
Thanks for this, I lay awake for hours in the night, waiting to hear that first bird chirp, and then there it was -- the moon having risen then already higher, now getting light -- what happens when you're getting on a plane this morning, heading to Denver. Here in any case something to add to your morning "Aubade" ---
4.9
orange curve of moon in still black sky
above ridge, first bird chirp on branch
in foreground, wave sounding in channel
question of whether and how,
the letting appear of
the picture, think happened
enough to be, that is
cloudless blue sky reflected in channel,
whiteness of gull flapping toward ridge
And so the dreamer leaves the land of Morpheus behind into the world of the real...
Tom,
Morning light comes into small window in a basement room of a brick house on Humboldt Street in Denver. . . .
4.10
line of cloud in blue whiteness of sky
above wall, motion of leaves on branch
in foreground, sound of cars in street
in the second place, motion
of two bodies defined
so that the line, direction
of light, consequence
line of jet trail above shadowed ridge,
white curve of moon to the right of it
Lucy,
Yes, and it appears that this dreamer once found both the land of Morpheus and the world of the real a bit more... what's the word? Welcoming?
Stephen,
Thank you for once again being the light-bringer.
Dark sky here this morning, steely clouds gathering, wind rising, cold storm (again) incoming...
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