The poem I’m pregnant with -3
And many still without count
That I often see in dreams
In flesh and blood
And every inch a raging beauty,
And then…
The dawn dawns,
The birds sing their wordless songs
Which, no less enchanting I find
Than those with all the dancing words
That I try to give birth to
All so often in vain.
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Reflections |11.03.2026| bird, dream, dawn/morning, poem, free verse
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