Orphan Poetry or Paradise Lost: VI. Matins

Matins

Light-fast
asleep
Sunday’s dawn
still slumbers
East.

~ by bonniemcclellan on November 30, 2011.

Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
Tags: Matins, my work, Orphan Poetry, Paradise Lost, poetry

2 Responses to “Orphan Poetry or Paradise Lost: VI. Matins”

I love. The simplicity’s beautiful. The complexity masterful.

Brad said this on December 2, 2011 at 8:24 am | Reply
- Thanks for stopping in Brad; it’s good to remember that maybe it’s worth my while to concentrate on making my work more compact. Grazie.
  
  bonniemcclellan said this on December 2, 2011 at 10:03 pm | Reply

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