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Dawn Never Burned Clearer[1]

Dawn Snuffs out Star’s Spent Wick[2]

The Doomed – regard the Sunrise with Different Delight –

Because when it next Burns abroad they Doubt to Witness it[3]

Every Day Dawn finds herself Naked and Wonders if she has not in

Fact Lost herself Entirely in the night, her Clothes, Precepts, Selfhood[4]

Each Night I Burn the Records of the Day – at Sunrise every Soul is Born Again[5]

Let them Sleep, let them sleep on, till the stormy Night be Gone – and the Eternal Morrow Dawn –

Then the Curtains will be Drawn, and they Wake into a Light whose day shall never Die in Night[6]

The first Morning of Creation Writes what the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall Read[7]

Here it is Dawn Eternally: Hour of Awakening, Hour of Revolutionary Prophesy[8]

Trusting Dawn – though the Sun’s Light is a Light without Precedent, Never

Proved ahead of its Coming – Waited for by the Law that Hope has made it[9]

Morning is when I am Awake and there is Dawn in Me[10]

[1] Marina Tsvetaeva tr. Mary Maddock, Akhmatova

[2] Sylvia Plath, Epitaph for Fire and Flower

[3] Emily Dickinson, The Doomed – Regard the Sunrise

[4] Aja Couchois Duncan, Fictive …

[5] Walter Malone, Opportunity

[6] Richard Crashaw, An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife

[7] Omar Khayyám tr. Edward Fitzgerald, Rubáiyát

[8] John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos

[9] Wendell Berry, The Design of a House

[10] Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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