Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MORNING FIELDS, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: I looked from my window Last Line: I thought them dead. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Fields; Morning; Sleep; Waking; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
I LOOKED from my window At peep of day: The fields were sleeping In the mist and grey. So fast their slumber, They never stirred, Though from the coppice Piped the first bird. So strange their faces As the cold light grew; They might be spirits Of the fields I knew. The pale light breaking Over the hill, Streaked with cold amber And the daffodil, Waked not these sluggards; Nor Chanticleer, Winding his horn For the folk to hear, But when in his splendour The sun leaped high, They stretched and opened One drowsy eye. The fields of morning, Withdrawn apart, Were cold as winter To my frightened heart. So far in dreaming They had wandered, strayed; For one chill moment I thought them dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL |
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