Morning - Sara Teasdale
I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
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Two Tanka - Otomo No Yakamochi
From outside my house, only the faint distant sound of gentle breezes wandering through bamboo leaves in the long evening silence.
Late evening finally comes: I unlatch the door and quietly await the one who greets me in my dreams
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Hawk Roosting - Ted Hughes
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees! The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray Are of advantage to me; And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark. It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - I kill where I please because it is all mine. There is no sophistry in my body: My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death. For the one path of my flight is direct Through the bones of the living. No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me. Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this
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