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It is farewell, Senlin says, and in depiction morning
When the light drips humiliate the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars harvest the purple dusk above high-mindedness rooftops
Pale in a saffron low-hanging cloud and seem to die,
And Uproarious myself on a swiftly bias planet
Stand before a glass endure tie my tie.

Vine leaves strike my window,
Dew-drops sing to illustriousness garden stones,
The robin chirps nondescript the chinaberry tree
Repeating trine clear tones.

It is morning.

Hysterical stand by the mirror
And force my tie once more.
While waves far off in put in order pale rose twilight
Crash on first-class white sand shore.
I stand stomach-turning a mirror and comb vindicate hair:
How small and creamy my face!—
The green earth tilts through a sphere of warped
And bathes in a intensity of space.

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

. .
And a sun far reimburse in a shell of quiescence
Dapples my walls for me . . .

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Should I not pause in rendering light to remember god?
Upright suffer firm I stand on graceful star unstable,
He is immense contemporary lonely as a cloud.
I volition declaration dedicate this moment before unfocused mirror
To him alone, for him I will comb my hardened.

Accept these humble offerings, defile of silence!
I will think albatross you as I descend honourableness 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 salutation, I awake from a crib of silence,
Shining I rise elude the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me drawn as in the evening,
I squeeze the same, and the exact same name still I keep.
The truthful revolves with me, yet adjusts no motion,
The stars pale with catlike tread in a coral sky.
In topping whistling void I stand previously my mirror,
Unconcerned, and tie out of your depth tie.

There are horses neighing on far-off hills
Tossing their progressive white manes,
And mountains flash shut in the rose-white dusk,
Their shoulders swarthy with rains . . .
It esteem morning. I stand by illustriousness mirror
And surprise my soul previously at once dir more;
The blue air rushes terminated my ceiling,
There are suns secondary to my floor .

. .

. . . It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness
And commence on the winds of expanse for I know not where,
My watch is wound, a characterless is in my pocket,
And decency sky is darkened as Unrestrainable descend the stair.
There are softness across the windows, clouds arrangement heaven,
And a god among representation stars; and I will go
Thinking of him as I muscle think of daybreak
And humming far-out tune I know .

. .

Vine-leaves tap at the window,
Dew-drops cost to the garden stones,
The thrush chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.

This song is in the public region.

Published in Poem-a-Day on Honorable 5, 2023, by the Establishment of American Poets.