Saturday, July 11, 2009


"When the morning's sun steals through the window-pane,
happy and cautious,
like a child who wants to surprise
early, early on a festive day -
then I stretch full of growing exultation
my open arms to the coming day -
for the day is you,
and the light is you,
the sun is you,
and the spring is you,
and all of beautiful, beautiful
waiting life is you!"

Morning by Karin Boye. From 'Karin Boye: Complete Poems'.


James said...

ah, the lightness of being

Rare Autumn said...

indeed :)