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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
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.
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