“ciel blanc,”…my poem

call it dawn

White raiment was the angel’s garb,

she rent the dark to kiss the night,

the night awoke,

it quivered,

blushed,

and brutish men beheld a dawn.

March 1, 2026

Inspired by “Dawn” (1924) by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1879-1925):

An angel, robed in spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.

Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

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