The Apocrypha Of William O'shaunessy: Book Ii, Xx - Poem by Peter Boyle
At the front of our house is dawn
and the mist of the sea that enters our valley.
the cold dawn-smoke rests:
notes from invisible birds
give the dead back their sleep.
Stumbling out to watch the dawn
I forget I am lonely.
Two million suns
left room for me.
The most remote land
is present on my balcony
(from The Green Book of Ebtesum)
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