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I started with an early climb Left morning's waking yawn behind And high above a sleeping street As Tuesday's heart began to beat The morning broke clean open And I saw the sky torn wide The brittle ceiling of the Earth Recalled an oyster shell at first The pearl horizon, silver pink, Entranced me as I stooped to drink The splendour of the morning down With all its healing peace I let the first light warm me through And shared the incandescent view With others perched in eyries All along the city's edge We watched the rolling world unfurl And offered silent thanks While far below the tangled flow of commerce burst its banks
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
The crane operator
I started with an early climb Left morning's waking yawn behind And high above a sleeping street As Tuesday's heart began to beat The morning broke clean open And I saw the sky torn wide The brittle ceiling of the Earth Recalled an oyster shell at first The pearl horizon, silver pink, Entranced me as I stooped to drink The splendour of the morning down With all its healing peace I let the first light warm me through And shared the incandescent view With others perched in eyries All along the city's edge We watched the rolling world unfurl And offered silent thanks While far below the tangled flow of commerce burst its banks
rory-nunn
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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