Dawn

 

 

I embraced the summer dawn.

 

Nothing yet stirred on the face of the palaces. The water is dead. The

shadows still camped in the woodland road. I walked, waking quick warm

breaths; and gems looked on, and wings rose without a sound.

 

The first venture was, in a path already filled with fresh, pale gleams,

a flower who told me her name.

 

I laughed at the blond wasserfall that tousled through the pines: on the

silver summit I recognized the goddess.

 

Then, one by one, I lifted up her veils. In the lane, waving my arms.

Across the plain, where I notified the cock. In the city, she fled among

the steeples and the domes; and running like a beggar on the marble

quays, I chased her.

 

Above the road near a laurel wood, I wrapped her up in gathered veils,

and I felt a little her immense body. Dawn and the child fell down at the

edge of the wood.

 

Waking, it was noon.