Morning Poems – Page 2

Early One Morning : W S Merwin ; ; Morning Poems : :

Early One Morning : : By W.S. Merwin. Here is Memory walking in the darkthere are no pictures of her as she isthe coming day was never seen beforethe stars have gone into another lifethe dreams have left with no sound of farewellinsects wake flying up with their feet wettrying to take the night alongContinue reading “Early One Morning : W S Merwin ; ; Morning Poems : :”

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 : :”