Stephen Spender

(28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995 / England)

Daybreak - Poem by Stephen Spender

At Dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.
Her hair a harp, the hand of a breeze follows
And plays, against the white cloud of the pillows.
Then, in a flush of rose, she woke, and her eyes that opened
Swam in blue through her rose flesh that dawned.
From her dew of lips, the drop of one word
Fell like the first of fountains: murmured
'Darling', upon my ears the song of the first bird.
'My dream becomes my dream,' she said, 'come true.
I waken from you to my dream of you.'
Oh, my own wakened dream then dared assume
The audacity of her sleep. Our dreams
Poured into each other's arms, like streams.


Comments about Daybreak by Stephen Spender

  • Gold Star - 11,295 Points Tushar Ray (3/22/2015 12:12:00 PM)

    Our dreams Poured into each other's arms, like streams. An ideal love poem of two human hearts. I enjoyed very much! Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 18,502 Points Rajnish Manga (3/22/2015 3:30:00 AM)

    How a Lover's heart can transform his beloved into an angel, can be seen in the opening lines of the poem. An with that angel around, they both melt into each other like they were inseparable: From her dew of lips, the drop of one word / Fell like the first of fountain murmured / Poured into each other's arms, like streams. Enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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