Monday, July 18, 2016

Morning Tears

 Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.-  Louis MacNeice, circa 1939 



Actually, I am not hardened in heart anew at all.  

I wish I was. 

Morning tears are the saddest tears of all. 

sadder than afternoon tears 
wrought of fatigue and weakening 

sadder than tears of evening
at the lighting of the unrequited candle 

sadder than the wild hushless wailing 
in the phantasmagoria of darkness 

Morning tears are the saddest tears of all.  

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