Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAITING, by GRACE EVELYN BROWN First Line: I did not know the dawn could be so fair Last Line: And waiting yields to life its very breath. Subject(s): Dawn; Death; Love; Waiting; Sunrise; Dead, The | ||||||||
I did not know the dawn could be so fair Till you appeared within its radiant light, Nor that the star that seemed to lift on air And shine above the cloud, could be so bright. Beyond the drifting sand, along each dune, Where waves may lift to farthest line of sea, I gaze again upon a southern moon, And distant thoughts of you come back to me. What matters that the place has disappeared Into the mist of dim antiquity, The tower of transcendental dream has reared A spire above the hill of fantasy. We know that love survives the gloom called death And waiting yields to life its very breath. | 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 NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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