Dawn Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

Dawn



Signs of paws — an animal has sown
Like blue roses in the white snow's gleam,
When the sun, new risen and unknown,
Like a baby, casts its piercing scream —
Barely gilded on their rims. Below,
Darkness still. The roots of forest's trees
Gnash their teeth in deep ravines of snow.
Harnessed to a sled, a dog will wheeze
Living steam. The steam climbs straight and high,
Meets a chimney smoke, just slightly bent,
And a human breath that's drawing nigh —
Hovering in air at dawn, a tent.

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WHAT THE HECK 05 November 2019

N I G G A S U C K M Y D IC K

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WHAT THE HECK 05 November 2019

UR A SO YOU

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A beautiful poem and nature is wonderfully created in word power I think.

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