William Carlos Williams

(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

Dawn


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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Antonio Liao (3/17/2010 1:16:00 AM)

    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+ (Report) Reply

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