Orphan Poetry or Paradise Lost: VI. Matins
Matins
Light-fast
asleep
Sunday’s dawn
still slumbers
East.
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
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I love. The simplicity’s beautiful. The complexity masterful.
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.