At five this morning I opened half an eye and saw your rosy-fingered dawn but I remembered it was simply time to get up and put in some overtime at the shop. In the kitchen would be just my wife waiting for me to get out so that she could get back in bed. Baby keeps her up all night. None of your people would be around, Homer, but I had the thrill of thinking how it was the same dawn as yours, five thousand years between us. I was a bit worried about that sameness, though, thinking I had slipped back to be with you and had lost my wife and baby, some unconscious wish granted, perhaps, but then I challenged myself to see chariots and armed Ulysses and, naturally, none of his men nor did Achilles step forward to say hello, and that was what stood between us, Homer, but I am writing so that you see I do believe you're still around, as rosy-fingered dawn keeps coming up. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE IN MEMORIAM: W.G. WARD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN |