Geoff ChapmanFound, Linked, Poetry0 Comments

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Here I am–why this senseless fear?

The night is over, the day will soon arise.

You hear. The shepherds’ horns already sound,

And stars grow pale over the rosy glow.

The path is straight. We are at the edge.

Down in the village the little bell chimes.

Roosters on the fences greet the light

And the earth steams, fertile and happy.

Here it is still dark. Fog like a river flood

Swaddles the black clumps of bilberries.

But the dawn on bright stilts wades in from the shore

And the ball of the sun, ringing, rolls.

– Czeslaw Milosz

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