Under this starlight at dawn, nightingales warble their last evening strain.
So clear, I feel like the stars this morning are ready to be gathered.
Tower bell ring your warning that the day is upon me and I’ll listen.
Another day is dawning, the stars winking out chased away by the sun.
Lovely, but what makes them “American” sentences?
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Allen Ginseberg: http://paulenelson.com/american-sentences-2/shadow/ it was his answer to the Japanese Haiku.
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