Awake, Radha, awake,
Calls the parrot and its love.
For how long must you sleep,
Clasped to the heart of your Dark-Stone?
Listen. The dawn has come
And the red shafts of the sun
Are making us shudder.
dawn – vidyapati thakur
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Dawn – Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
Spider web
Drowned in a sea of dew
Dawn
Dawn – Yosa Buson
Dawn–
fish the cormorants haven’t caught
swimming in the shallows.
Poem – Knocked Out
Blame me not, as
i’m knocked out by
my fancies false,
those utter incessantly
from abyss,
and tune a noisy chant,
and poisoning this broad
earth. I dream of a morrow
to see a new world.
I, in this endless journey,
am suffering but
not yet done.
So don’t piss me off,
let me trade my anguish
first, then will rest awhile.
Poem – Dawn
O tender first cold flush of rose,
O budded dawn, wake dreamily ;
Your dim lips as your lids unclose
Murmur your own sad threnody.
0 as the soft and frail lights break
Upon your eyelids, and your eyes
Wider and wider grow and wake,
The old pale glory dies.
And then, as sleep lies down to sleep
And all her dreams lie somewhere dead,
The iron shepherd leads his sheep
To pastures parched whose green is shed.
Still, 0 frail dawn, still in your hair
And your cold eyes and sad sweet lips,
The ghosts of all the dreams are them,
To fade like passing ships.
Dawn – Federico García Lorca
Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.
Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.
Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there:
sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.
Those who go out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die:
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.
The light is buried under chains and noises
in the impudent challenge of rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.
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