I wake slowly. Already
my body is a twilight: Solid. Gold.
At the edge of a larger darkness. But outside
my window
a summer day is beginning. Apple trees
appear, one by one. Light is pouring
into the promise of fruit.
Beautiful morning
look at me as a daughter would
look: with that love and that curiosity:
as to what she came from.
And what she will become.
Eavan Boland, 'The Lost Land'
In ancient Roman religion, Ceres was a goddess of agriculture, grain crops, fertility and motherly relationships.
my body is a twilight: Solid. Gold.
At the edge of a larger darkness. But outside
my window
a summer day is beginning. Apple trees
appear, one by one. Light is pouring
into the promise of fruit.
Beautiful morning
look at me as a daughter would
look: with that love and that curiosity:
as to what she came from.
And what she will become.
Eavan Boland, 'The Lost Land'
In ancient Roman religion, Ceres was a goddess of agriculture, grain crops, fertility and motherly relationships.
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