Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING DAWN, by BROTHER CLEMENT First Line: How many springs along my shrouded sense Last Line: To shadow . . . And to endless spring! Subject(s): Dawn; Spring; Sunrise | ||||||||
How many springs along my shrouded sense Have these unchanging quietudes unwound This moon-brushed hill, a mile of starlit fence, This windblue sweep of dedicated ground? How many songs have gleamed in middle air Like wistful benedictions overhead? How many hopes, immaculate as prayer, Have borne sweet fruit among the early dead? O many springs, and many, many songs Have I, too sad for singing, tried to sing -- The word escapes that, shadowless, belongs To shadow . . . and to endless spring! | 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 LIMITLESS OUT OF THE DUSK by BROTHER CLEMENT |
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