Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DAWN, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT Poet's Biography First Line: Why should I not praise the dawn? Last Line: And match the sun's unflinching march of light. Subject(s): Dawn; Sunrise | ||||||||
Why should I not praise the dawn? Did Vedic poets and Greek poets Alone know its might? I, too, have seen the dawn from India's mountains; Flames kindled on snowy peaks, Lone summits contagious of fire. The swift leap of the sun downward From summit to summit. Across black, untrod abysses I, too, have seen the sun rise on Greek Islands, Where again walked immortal beauty, Gods and goddesses In the rosy fingered dawn. O God, let me, too, glorify life. Why should I not praise what daily can give joy? Nothing exacting such joy from man Except his wedding day. But here for all, for life is the sun, After the silence and shadow of night, Creeping quietly forward, With delicate tints, expanding and brightening. Over the ocean comes from the east The crimson dawn, vital as blood, While the trees stand inert, indistinct, Waiting to be told of new life. Playfully letting them sleep as it speeds On beyond them, quickening, then resting. Rolling from the east like the hopes of man, Waked each day to new aspiration. How the pine trees on the eastern hill Stand out against red and gold! How bright and colored the mountain top, While still its base is dark and cold! How the water in the bay is dyed in many tints! I know your secret, O gorgeous east. I know your hope, O waiting earth. That man should grow richer and stronger each day, Matching your godlike strides, Ruddy with health, full of gifts, Always speeding onward, never turning backward, Always intensely vivifying -- always shining with brightness. That man should break free from his cell; His prison-house, his death-house, His fears, discouragements, silences, penances, prostrations. Not creep, bent double, with the weight of inflicted toil; But breathe the heaven of earth's daily birth, And match the sun's unflinching march of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EARLY RISER by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE WORDS WHEN WE NEED THEM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A CALL TO PRAYER by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT |
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