Happy New Year.
For your present-- here's a poem by Richard Wilbur --Love Calls us to the Things of This World--http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171793
This poem is (in part) about waking up-- that slow, wonderful and reluctant way we enter another morning--
The first line --
"The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn. "
Here we are waking into another year-- enjoy the poetry.
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