four in the morning

• four in the morning by wislawa szymborska
  
  the hour from night to day.
  the hour from side to side.
  the hour for those past thirty.
  
  the hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks.
  the hour when earth betrays us.
  the hour when wind blows from extinguished stars.
  the hour of and-what-if-nothing-remains-after-us.
  
  the hollow hour.
  blank, empty.
  the very pit of all other hours.
  
  no one feels good at four in the morning.
  if ants feel good at four in the morning
  --three cheers for the ants. and let five o'clock come
  if we're to go on living.