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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