Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING MORNING - SANTE FE, by LYNN RIGGS First Line: The first hour was a word the color of dawn Last Line: Words grew in the heart and clanged, the color of noon. Alternate Author Name(s): Riggs, Rolla Lynn Subject(s): Morning | ||||||||
The first hour was a word the color of dawn; The second came, and gorgeous poppies stood, Backs to the wall. The yellow sun rode on: A mocking bird sang shrilly from a nest of wood. The water in the acequia came down At the stroke of nine, and watery clouds were lifting Their velvet shadows from the little town: Gold fired the pavement where the leaves were shifting. At ten, black shawls of women bowed along The Alameda. Sleepy burros lay In the heat, and lifted up their ears. A song Wavered upon the wind and died away, And the great bells rang out a golden tune: Words grew in the heart and clanged, the color of noon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING SONG by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON POEM BEFORE BREAKFAST by TED KOOSER I'VE BEEN ASLEEP by PHILIP LEVINE SPRNG DAY: BREAKFAST TABLE by AMY LOWELL THE WAYSIDE STATION by EDWIN MUIR |
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