Jayaraj Vyas

Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :

Spring Morning : : By A A Milne ( 1882 – 1956 ) Where am I going? I don’t quite know.Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by,Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.Where am IContinue reading “Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :”

A Description of Morning : Jonathan Swift : : Morning Poems : :

A Description of the Morning By Jonathan Swift ( 1667 – 1745 ) : : : : : : : : : : Now hardly here and there a hackney-coachAppearing, show’d the ruddy morn’s approach.Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown,And softly stole to discompose her own.The slip-shod ‘prentice from his master’s doorHad par’dContinue reading “A Description of Morning : Jonathan Swift : : Morning Poems : :”

Waking Early Sunday Morning: Robert Lowell : : Morning Poems : :

“Waking Early Sunday Morning” : : By Robert Lowell ( 1917 – 1977 ) : : : : O to break loose, like the chinooksalmon jumping and falling back,nosing up to the impossiblestone and bone-crushing waterfall –raw-jawed, weak-fleshed there, stopped by tensteps of the roaring ladder, and thento clear the top on the last try,aliveContinue reading “Waking Early Sunday Morning: Robert Lowell : : Morning Poems : :”

Morning Song : Sylvia Plath : : Morning Poems : :

Morning Song : : BY SYLVIA PLATH : Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.In a drafty museum, your nakednessShadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no moreContinue reading “Morning Song : Sylvia Plath : : Morning Poems : :”

Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :

Reed, Henry. “Morning.” Listener 32, no. 811 (27 July 1944): 96. MORNING Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture.How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor waking:No shadow falls from the tree or the golden mountain,The boats on the glassy lake have no reflection,No echo would come if youContinue reading “Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :”

The Inward Morning : Henry David Thoreau : : Morning Poems : :

The Inward Morning : : By Henry David Thoreau ( 1817 – 1862 ) : : : : Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears,And in its fashion’s hourly change It all things else repairs. In vain I look for change abroad, And can no difference find,Till some new rayContinue reading “The Inward Morning : Henry David Thoreau : : Morning Poems : :”

Aubade : Philip Larkin : : Morning Poems : :

Aubade : : By Philip Larkin : I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.In time the curtain-edges will grow light.Till then I see what’s really always there:Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,Making all thought impossible but howAnd where and when I shall myself die.Arid interrogation:Continue reading “Aubade : Philip Larkin : : Morning Poems : :”

Aubade : William Empson : : Morning Poems : :

Aubade : : By William Empson ( 1906 – 1984 ) : Aubade (1940)Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake.My house was on a cliff. The thing could takeBookloads off shelves, break bottles in a row.Then the long pause and then the bigger shake.It seemed the best thing to be up and go.Continue reading “Aubade : William Empson : : Morning Poems : :”

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Morning Poems : :

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : London as viewed from the West Minster Bridge at the time of Sunrise in the 🌅🌄 Morning Of September 3, 1802. : : : : Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who couldContinue reading “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Morning Poems : :”

Morning at the Window : T S Eliot : ; Morning Poems : :

5. Morning At The Window : : By T.S. Eliot (1888–1965) : : Prufrock and Other Observations. 1920. THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss upContinue reading “Morning at the Window : T S Eliot : ; Morning Poems : :”