Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN, by AKHENATEN First Line: Thy dawn, o ra, opens the new horizon Last Line: In the great dawn, then lift up me, thy son. Alternate Author Name(s): Akhnaten; Akhenaton Subject(s): Death; Sun; Dead, The | ||||||||
THY dawn, O Ra, opens the new horizon, And every realm that thou hast made to live Is conquered by thy love, as joyous Day Follows thy footsteps in delightful peace. And when thou settest, all the world is bleak; Houses are tombs where blind men lie in death; Only the lion and the serpent move Through the black oven of the sightless night. Dawn in the East again! the land's awake, And men leap from their slumber with a song; They bathe their bodies, clothe them with fresh garments, And lift their hands in happy adoration. The cattle roam again across the fields; Birds flutter in the marsh, and lift their wings Also in adoration, and the flocks Run with delight through all the pleasant meadows. Both north and south along the dazzling river Ships raise their sails and take their course before thee; And in the ocean, all the deep-sea fish Swim to the surface to drink in thy light. For thou art all that lives, the seed of men, The son within his mother's womb who knows The comfort of thy presence near, the babe To whom thou givest words and growing wisdom; The chick within the egg, whose breath is thine, Who runneth from its shell, chirping its joy, And dancing on its small, unsteady legs To greet the splendor of the rising sun. Thy heart created all, this teeming earth, Its people, herds, creatures that go afoot, Creatures that fly in air, both land and sea, Thou didst create them all within thy heart. Men and their fates are thine, in all their stations, Their many languages, their many colors, All thine, and we who from the midst of peoples, Thou madest different, Master of the Choice. And lo, I find thee also in my heart, I, Khu en Aten, find thee and adore. O thou, whose dawn is life, whose setting, death, In the great dawn, then lift up me, thy son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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