At Dawn. . .


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One Morning is very lovely. It's written in the aubade mode, and in case you're wondering, an aubade is a poem or song traditionally performed at dawn. Aubades are often about lovers -lovers often part in the morning, don't they? But aubades can be about any number of things. I love the beautiful pastoral setting that Emmy Perez exhibits in this poem, One Morning, from The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry.


One Morning

Emmy Perez

Yellow pines No ever no green except
where stems brown needles green I walk

on the wooden train The fall’s water you swam in
one cold morning What you braved That ice

path A horse fence Where fences are horses
with long hair I braid the tale of the fall of stables

Four paws touch dirt stirring
a flirt of sky a bundle of rare You bundle

into stables I open with sandy tongue
taste the grain of barkwater

I look at myself in
a mirror of weather

Rain trenzas Dirt cups us We drink

& spin like tornillos A swallow’s nest like an adobe
tornado Shit & mud & feathers & forming pitchfork claws

Eggshells gone We rest in the ocean smalls
the pink throat

The back door is also the front The only
smoke hole Feathers rise
& we follow
The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry (Camino del Sol)



“Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden



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