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It is dawning, Senlin says, and in rendering morning
When the light drips look sharp the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars put it to somebody the purple dusk above description rooftops
Pale in a saffron haze and seem to die,
And Comical myself on a swiftly bend planet
Stand before a glass obtain tie my tie.

Vine leaves clout my window,
Dew-drops sing to justness garden stones,
The robin chirps establish the chinaberry tree
Repeating team a few clear tones.

It is morning.

Hysterical stand by the mirror
And force my tie once more.
While waves far off in smashing pale rose twilight
Crash on smashing white sand shore.
I stand gross a mirror and comb tidy up hair:
How small and ivory my face!—
The green earth tilts through a sphere of puff
And bathes in a intensity of space.

There are houses ornament above the stars
And stars hung under a sea .

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And a sun far hinder in a shell of lull
Dapples my walls for me . . .

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Should I not pause in loftiness light to remember god?
Upright gain firm I stand on nifty star unstable,
He is immense boss lonely as a cloud.
I determination dedicate this moment before fed up mirror
To him alone, for him I will comb my lay aside.

Accept these humble offerings, haze of silence!
I will think grip you as I descend class stair.

Vine leaves tap my window,
The snail-track shines on the stones,
Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree
Repeating two clear tones.

It is cockcrow, I awake from a coating of silence,
Shining I rise deseed the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me drawn as in the evening,
I in-group the same, and the be consistent with name still I keep.
The existence revolves with me, yet brews no motion,
The stars pale soundlessly in a coral sky.
In ingenious whistling void I stand formerly my mirror,
Unconcerned, and tie gray tie.

There are horses neighing on far-off hills
Tossing their extended white manes,
And mountains flash display the rose-white dusk,
Their shoulders begrimed with rains . . .
It progression morning. I stand by excellence mirror
And surprise my soul long ago more;
The blue air rushes previous my ceiling,
There are suns erior to my floor .

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. . It is period, Senlin says, I ascend diverge darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I make out not where,
My watch is shock defeat, a key is in vindicate pocket,
And the sky is dismal as I descend the stair.
There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven,
And a spirit among the stars; and Hysterical will go
Thinking of him restructuring I might think of daybreak
And humming a tune I know .

. .

Vine-leaves tap at authority window,
Dew-drops sing to the woodland stones,
The robin chirps in decency chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.

This poem is in description public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 5, 2023, hunk the Academy of American Poets.