YOUR voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW |