BlueIris
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Mon Apr-07-08 09:58 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/7/08 |
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Edited on Mon Apr-07-08 09:58 AM by BlueIris
"Four A.M."
The hour between night and day. The hour between toss and turn. The hour of thirty-year-olds.
The hour swept clean for roosters' crowing. The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace. The hour of cool drafts from extinguished stars. The hour of do-we-vanish-too-without-a-trace.
Empty hour. Hollow. Vain. Rock bottom of all the other hours.
No one feels fine at four a.m. If ants feel fine at four a.m., we're happy for the ants. And let five a.m. come if we've got to go on living.
—Wislawa Szymborska (Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh)
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Mon Apr-07-08 03:29 PM
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Ah, I've been there...
Too many times, alas!
This is perfect, and so damn evocative...
Thank you!
:hi:
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