I WOULD be as ignorant as the dawn,
That has looked down
On that old queen measuring a town
With the pin of a brooch,
Or on the withered men that saw
From their pedantic Babylon
The careless planets in their courses,
The stars fade out where the moon comes,
And took their tablets and made sums--
Yet did but look, rocking the glittering coach
Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses.
I would be -- for no knowledge is worth a straw --
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
overcast dawn:
cloud edges burn... briefly,
then cool to gray.
My Spring sleep is unswayed by dawn --
Though birds are heard through screen, still drawn.
Recalling night sounds of rain and wind,
I wonder how the flowers have thinned?
Original in Chinese:
春眠不覺曉，
處處聞啼鳥。
夜來風雨聲，
花落知多少。
dawn of day,
temple turns off neon lights
as i frame my shot.
the tallest peak catches the rising sun, & glows pale orange
On a bacon-scented sidewalk, an hour before the dawn, awaiting the man with a key as I make a dazed yawn. I've a vaguely swimming headache, and thoughts that fail to form. Will we have a crisp, red sunrise, and would it mean a storm? I'd remembered an old saying of red sky morning dread, but that's for sailors out at sea not landsmen missing bed.
Taken in November of 2018 near Udaipur
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