2 A.M. Lullaby Poem by robert dickerson

2 A.M. Lullaby

Rating: 4.3


Why, lowing dove, do you crouch alone
feeding your chant to the ear of night
blending your complaint with diesal drone
freezing your tail in the imminent light
on some chilly wire, when you should be sleeping tight?

Do the sirens of the city keep you awake?
Are you sick? Does a fever wrack your sleep?
Is it that medicine you take?
or have you found no love to hold and keep
in the chute of Night, so still and dark and deep?

Never in all that vast and brooding chute-
combed with chambers, candlelit,
aflutter with wings and quick, pink feet
savage beak and irid throat-
Not even in that domed and teeming cote?

Mornning will come, don't you fret, my dear,
drowning those few stars in tides of gold
bearing new caravels, hour by hour,
dockets and duties a thousandfold-
promises of Spring and fortunes yet untold-

and, who knows, but that, warm, thick balm
some dropp of sleep might yet dropp down
glistening and wet becalm
our burning lids and fever drown
like Peace, unhoped for and without a sound.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rachel Butler 27 October 2011

'Why, lowing dove, do you crouch alone feeding your chant to the ear of night' RAB

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Patti Masterman 04 August 2011

I can't believe someone gave this a 7. Point scales are worthless anyway with something of this quality. I would give it a 100 and paint it across the sky. Because I like it that much. And because it is a lullaby, something I am partial to, and also it's so original and different.

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Wendy Bureau 06 May 2011

Being the night owl I am.. I have been serenaded with many A.M. Lullaby's.. I enjoyed this piece.. Nice work Poet :)

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