Feeling slightly content, in the
warm light of the long, freezing
dawn; three poems from old
Yeats translated, however
haphazardly, a pot of coffee
still dripping, and an hour of
this silent, tranquil morning
to be before light comes
flooding the fields, a wave
that will sweep me into
the depths of sleep.
22.04.2023
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