This day lies under glass, A relic. Blear and wan, Two feet wade up the dawn, Tread and fall back like fish, Two fish as blind as bone. The sun, the sun beats down. A vitreous, brittle sky Expands to the breaking point Like burnt glass being blown, And the blind feet go on. Nothing can keep it now, This sky that splits apart, For the cygnet and the swan On striding wings have flown Over the shallow hill, Dripping across the lawn Droplets of breaking laughter Like that of the soulless girl Who was here and has gone. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL |