Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
at a far edge,--beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,--
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,--
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself--is lifted--
bit by bit above the edge
of things,--runs free at last
out into the open--!lumbering
glorified in full release upward--
songs cease.
Eternally pertinent. You say you await the Dawn/But I say you are the Dawn.
like crossroad that ends without returning back the past....and just a little limbo of satisfaction, where every soul awaits the glorious joy of what is the moment of reality.....beautifully crafted, ever that ink....a 10+
Dawn, the most beautiful moments of nature...... thank u for ths poem. tony
Out, onto love’s hues Oh love, of loving actions by men sovereign, put into symbolism, by men grown of loving, love on worldly placards, people to see, framed love concepts, people's wonder. From the line, D. Ellymeu
WCW is not new to me But Giorgio Veneto, who is he I searched the annal of poetry And his name I could not see. Gee I hope that's poetic enough!
Compared to thee, oh William, the unknown Greek poets are all supposed to be candidates for the Noble Prize. This write is not a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You sure know how to use words William