Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRANSFIGURATION, by MARGIE B. BOSWELL First Line: The faint magenta flush of dawn had turned Last Line: Of silhouettes had never paused in flight. Subject(s): Dawn; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Sunrise | ||||||||
The faint magenta flush of dawn had turned To rose and painted, like a butterfly, One ragged cloud that crept along nearby A mist-hung waterfall -- stone-edged and ferned. Within a sleeping pool, one light still burned: The morning star -- lone watcher of the sky, That calmly looked on with a winkless eye As fear-filled shadows were at last interned. When golden shafts of rising day sank deep Into the cabalistic shades of night, The darkness passed like dreams of fevered sleep And left the firmament as blue and bright As though a rolling awe-imposing heap Of silhouettes had never paused in flight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EARLY RISER by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE WORDS WHEN WE NEED THEM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL |
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