Clara Mane Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Clara Mane



Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning,
new birth of the sun

Into your arms
I bathe in reflection
Into your warmth
I strip off my fear

Into your heart
I surrender the darkness
Into your strength
I lay down my spear

Morning, bright morning,
your promise has come
Morning, bright morning
—today rebegun

(Local Train From 30th Street Philadelphia: May,2022)

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