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Dawn

Some love to watch the sea bushes appearing at dawn,

To see night fall from the goose wings, and to hear

The conversations the night sea has with the dawn.

 

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.

Now you know why I spent my twenties crying.

Cries are required from those who wake disturbed at dawn.

 

Adam was called in to name the Red-Winged

Blackbirds, the Diamond Rattlers, and the Ring-Tailed

Raccoons washing God in the streams at dawn.

 

Centuries later, the Mesopotamian gods,

All curls and ears, showed up; behind them the Generals

With their blue-coated sons who will die at dawn.

 

Those grasshopper-eating hermits were so good

To stay all day in the cave; but it is also sweet

To see the fenceposts gradually appear at dawn.

 

People in love with the setting stars are right

To adore the baby who smells of the stable, but we know

That even the setting stars will disappear at dawn.

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Robert Bly
1926 - / American
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