Morning poems
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The Child
© Rabindranath Tagore
The first flush of dawn glistens on the dew-dripping leaves of the forest
Art Poetique
© Arthur Symons
Music first and foremost of all!Choose your measure of odd not even,Let it melt in the air of heaven,Pose not, poise not, but rise and fall.
Atalanta in Calydon: A Tragedy (complete text)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Tous zontas eu dran. katthanon de pas anerGe kai skia. to meden eis ouden repei
The Girl from Zlot
© Stallworthy Jon
Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle embowers The Lady of Shalott.
Poems in Three Parts
© Robert Bly
Oh on an early morning I think I shall live forever!
I am wrapped in my joyful flesh
As the grass is wrapped in its clouds of green.
Astrophel and Stella: 102
© Sir Philip Sidney
Where be those Roses gone, which sweetned so our eyes?Where those red cheeks, which oft with faire encrease did frameThe height of honor in the kindly badge of shame?Who hath the crimson weeds stolne from my morning skies?How doth the colour vade of those vermillion dies,Which nature selfe did make, and selfe engraind the same?I would know by what right this palenesse ouercameThat hue, whose force my hart still vnto thraledome ties?Galleins adoptiue sonnes, who by a beaten wayTheir judgements hackney on, the fault on sicknesse lay,But feeling proofe makes me (say they) mistake it furre:It is but loue which makes his paper perfite white,To write therein more fresh the story of delight,While beauties reddest inke Venus for him doth sturre
Song of Solomon
© The Bible
22:001:004 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will
remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Astrophel and Stella: 48
© Sir Philip Sidney
Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,Where Vertue is made strong by Beauties might,Where Loue is chastnesse, Paine doth learne delight,And Humblenesse growes one with Majestie
Dream Song 134: Sick at 6 and sick again at 9
© John Berryman
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9
was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh.
Still he had to lecture.
They waited, his little children, for stricken Henry
to rise up yet once more again and come oh.
They figured he was a fixture,
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
© William Shakespeare
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Full many a glorious morning have I seen
© William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sov'reign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green;Gilding pale streams with heav'nly alchemy:Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from the forlorn world his visage hideStealing unseen to west with this disgrace:Ev'n so my sun one early morn did shineWith all triumphant splendor on my brow,But out alack, he was but one hour mine,The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now
