By Raymond Barrow
Dawn is a fisherman, his harpoon of lightPoised for a throw - so swiftly morning comes:
The darkness squats upon the sleeping land
Like a flung cast-net, and the black shapes of boats
Lie hunched like nesting turtles
On the flat calm of the sea.
Among the trees the houses peep at the stars
Blinking farewell, and half-awakened birds
Hurtle across the vista, some in the distance
Giving their voice self-criticized auditions.
Warning comes from the cocks, their necks distended
Like city trumpeters: and suddenly
Between the straggling fences of gray cloud
The sun, a barefoot boy, strides briskly up
The curved beach of the sky, flinging his greetings
Warmly in all directions, laughingly saying
Up, up, the day is here! Another day is here!
HT: Shiva Boys
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9 comments:
Inspiration for this,one of my father's well-known poems, was taken from the scene at dawn on the beach at Half Moon Caye in southern Belize. He was on honeymoon with his bride,(my mother) Rita.
That is just delightful! Thanks so much for sharing that. This poem has always given me such joy, it's really wonderful to know the story behind it!
Really great poem
I remember this poem from my childhood days at school in the Caribbean a great poem.
I have a work on online classes about this poem it really is nice
what does the first 4 lines is explaining?
Dear Ms Barrow, I am interested in finding out more about your father’s poetry. Please send me an email at truncie@hotmail.com. Thank you.
This poem is special to me as an English teacher. Whenever I am on holiday and watching, waiting for a sunrise, I remember the words. A few days ago, I watched the sunrise over Store Bay, Tobago from Crown Point Beach Hotel. Every line of this poem came alive.
Fun
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