Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONGS FOR MY MOTHER, by ANTHONY F. KLINKNER



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SONGS FOR MY MOTHER, by                    
First Line: The incensed song of morning breaks
Last Line: And all the dreams of things to be are dreams of things that are.
Subject(s): Mothers


The incensed song of morning breaks,
The golden lamp is hung,
The open gates of laughter swing
To melody unsung.
Anointed eyes of rapture lift
To hills of ecstasy,
And like a crystal spring of light
Your words come back to me.

Elegiac death with templed sleep
High set in sculptured stone, where every man
Must rear the tent in which to sleep alone.
How beautiful the arches curve
Above each lid pressed down, and wistful dreams
Go in and out this quiet, streetless town.
Upon each avenue of sleep is set a golden star,
And all the dreams of things to be are dreams of things that are.





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