George Hitchcock

(2 June 1914 – 27 August 2010 / Hood River, Oregon)

Dawn



Clouds rise from their nests
with flapping wings, they whisper
of worn leather, bracken, long
horizons, and the manes of dark
horses. In the waking stream
the stones lie like chestnuts
in a glass bowl. I pass the bones
of an old harrow thrown on its side
in the ditch.

Now the sun appears.
It is a fish wrapped in straw.
Its scales fall on the sleeping
town with its eyeless graineries
and necklace of boxcars. Soon
the blue wind will flatten the roads
with a metallic palm, the glitter
of granite will blind the eyes.

But not yet. The beetle still
stares from the riding moon, the ship
of death stands motionless on
frozen waves: I hear
the silence of early morning
rise from the rocks.

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Dawn by George Hitchcock )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. O Fanantic, I Can Se It, Bijay Kant Dubey
  2. O Man, Where Will You Go With Your Funda.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  3. Gently Stirs The Breeze, Rondeau, Captain Cur
  4. She, Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)
  5. Back To The Beginning, Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)
  6. Honour Killing, What Will You Get Killin.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  7. The bark, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  8. This Is India, Here A Village Fool Can A.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  9. All The Time The Talk About Fanaticism &.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  10. Helpless, Robert Melliard

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]