Yannis Ritsos
TONIGHT we fall asleep in Spring's lap, resting our head against her heart.
We hear heartbeats and birds breathing in our sleep.
In the morning, when we wake, we see the sky strolling about our room like a bird of blue with golden eyes feeding on leftover bread crumbs of shadow.
Then, in a flash, we wash and get ready for the day.
from Midday Summer Dream (1938) [Collected Poems: Alpha ---pg 345]
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