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Ceres Looks at the Morning (excerpt)

Eavan Boland

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.

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"Ceres Looks at the Morning" from The Lost Land by Eavan Boland. Copyright © 1998. Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Co., Inc.


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