The Morning Light

Louis SimpsonAnsioso

In the morning light a line Stretches forever. There my unlived life Rises, and I resist, Clinging to the steps of the throne.

Day lifts the darkness from the hills, A bright blade cuts the reeds, And my life, pitilessly demanding, Rises forever in the morning light.

Louis Simpson
FonteLicenza:Public domain (US, unrenewed)
Stato d'animo:
Ansioso
Argomenti:
morning, fate, hill, reed

Impara a memoria: tocca uno spazio vuoto

In the light a line
Stretches forever. There my life
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