the wind moans
outside all night long
the cat clings
wrapped around my arm
my eyes stare
where the ceiling should be
waiting for dawn
dawn
facing the dawn
nothing
quite so refreshing
as an ice cold glass
of water
when facing
the dawn
I Pulled On The Reins by Juan Ramon Jimenez
I pulled on the reins,
I turned the horse
of the dawn,
and I came in to life, pale.
Oh how they looked at me,
the flowers of my dreams,
insane,
lifting their arms to the moon!
translated by Robert Bly
waiting for dawn
by the shore
chill on bones
birds in air
waves against rock
wind on face
soon
night will end
and dawn
will light the world
again
night
night
deep, still
a long way
till dawn
Leonard Durso 