Thursday, July 14, 2011

Poème du matin

...with an evening photograph. The same week I went to the bird market, I was staying in the 5th arrondissement, which is a lovely part of Paris with old buildings, parks nearby (the Luxembourg and the Jardin des Plantes), and a lot of history. The apartment was on the sixth floor (with no elevator...) and the view of the rooftops was magical at sundown. One morning I started to write a poem, so here it is.

                    The day begs to be begun
                    Amidst the stirring of dreams and birds
                    Beyond the wing of hopeful wishes
                    On the tips of the rosy sunrise

                    The day begs to be begun
                    Though the valleys are steep
                    The boat waits for its water
                    And mysterious houses call to be found -
                    While you hide away the jewels
                    Bury them deep
                    Claim your leave

                    The day begs to be begun
                    On the far corner of my sleep
                    By the soft borders of the bed

                    In the recesses of my limbs

                    The day

June 30 - July 4, 2011

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