Wednesday, November 14, 2007

A couple more poems....

Morning in a New Land
by Mary Oliver

In trees still dripping night some nameless birds
Woke, shook out their arrowy wings, and sang,
Slowly, like finches sifting through a dream.
The pink sun fell, like glass, into the fields.
Two chestnuts, and a dapple gray,
Their shoulders wet with light, their dark hair streaming,
Climbed the hill. The last mist fell away.

And under the trees, beyond time's brittle drift,
I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.


And this one is just for fun, from a kid's book of dragon poems by Jack Pretlusky. My older son dearly loved this book and never tired of hearing it read:

The Dragons are Singing Tonight
Jack Pretlusky

Tonight is the night all the dragons
Awake in their lairs underground,
To sing in cacophonous chorus
And fill the whole world with their sound.

They sing of the days of their glory,
They sing of their exploits of old,
Of maidens and knights, and of fiery fights,
And guarding vast caches of gold.

Some of their voices are treble,
And some of their voices are deep,
But all of their voices are thunderous,
And no one can get any sleep.

I lie in my bed and I listen,
Enchanted and filled with delight,
To songs I can hear only one night a year--

The dragons are singing tonight.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

As I look out the window at the gray skies, I wish for a moment I could transport myself into Mary Oliver's poem.

Thanks for sharing!

Murph said...

The Dragons are Singing Tonight by Jack Pretlusky

How I love this one! It is new to me, but will be read to my grandson ASAP!