For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Triumphant Sun

the sun
rose triumphant
bright jealous enemy
of stars night's canopy of gods

A little bit of Turkish:  Güneş (Sun)
Güneşte yanmayan gölgenin kıymetini bilmez.
Who has never been burnt in the sun, does not know the value of shadow.

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