Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SUNRISE, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE


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First Line: The east is yellow as a daffodil
Last Line: The little boats, like torches, start ablaze.
Subject(s): Dawn; Sunrise


THE east is yellow as a daffodil.
Three steeples -- three stark swarthy arms -- are thrust
Up from the town. The gnarled poplars thrill
Down the long street in some keen salty gust --
Straight from the sea and all the sailing ships --
Turn white, black, white again, with noises sweet
And swift. Back to the night the last star slips.
High up the air is motionless, a sheet
Of light. The east grows yellower apace,
And trembles: then, once more, and suddenly,
The salt wind blows, and in that moment's space
Flame roofs, and poplar-tops, and steeples three;
From out the mist that wraps the river-ways,
The little boats, like torches, start ablaze.






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