Pre-dawn on the Caprock
Is a flat, even line of horizon
Appearing out of the night -
A solitary stroke to indicate a mouth.
Slowly earth and sky
Unpurse their lips;
Muscles slacken to reveal
The subtle shades of rose
As the sun approaches its entrance.
Hidden light washes
Away stars with the glisten
That perspires from dreams.
Then a golden bubble
Emerges from that mouth
And floats into the morning.
Unable to be sad for long,
This blue child smiles.
'Then a golden bubble Emerges from that mouth And floats into the morning. Unable to be sad for long, This blue child smiles.' O wonderful! You have caught and sketched pre-dawn nicely with noble metaphor! Exciting poem...10 for it with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are few poets on PH who can extend a metaphor so long and so well as Lillian. A lovely example.