A False Dawn — Web Exclusive

By H. E. Sayeh
Translated by Fayre Makeig

Night still hasn't passed.
            Oh, prodigious patience, stay—
without you, I don’t have the will to live.

The splendor of a false dawn might dupe us.
            The seasoned rooster knows
this is not the time for singing.

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Excerpted from the anthology of world literature Some Kind of Beautiful Signal.