Weaving a morning/ Tecendo a manhã, de joão Cabral de Melo Neto

Weaving a morning

A rooster alone can't weave a morning:
always in need of other roosters
to catch its call from
and send on to another, and yet another
with their calls caught in a row
on and on and on til
all, crosscrowing,
sunbeams in the background and all around,
like a delicate light and sound fabric the morning is
woven in threads of calls.

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And embodying itself into a canvas, all inside
raising up a tent, where all going in
amusing lacing up for everybody, in the canopy
(the morning) flat free of frame
The morning, a canopy of a fabric so aerial
that, fabric, raise up by itself: light  balloon.