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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dawn


The Dawn

Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
at a far edge,--beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,--
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,--
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself--is lifted--
bit by bit above the edge
of things,--runs free at last
out into the open--!lumbering
glorified in full release upward--
songs cease.

William Carlos Williams

13 comments:

  1. beautiful unique image! and goes so well with the poem, really like it

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  2. Thank you, Jonie and Yolo! :)

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  3. The contrasting colorless/colorful really brings out the poem. Excellent!

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  4. Beautifully done! I love the image and the symbolism both!

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  5. Thank you so much, Montucky! :)

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  6. Fantastic image & one of my favorite WCWs

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  7. Thank you so much, Ron! :)

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  8. I'm tempted to pull the photo the rest of the way off to see the color underneath. However I will just enjoy being betwitched and between and allow the author her honor of making me want to take a peek.

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  9. Hahahaha!! Thank you, Preston! :)

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  10. How beautiful! I really like the curl edged effect with B&W and color. Lovely poem to go with too. :) Ha-ha! That is funny what Preston said. LOL

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  11. Yes, Preston is a trip as I'm sure you are already aware! hahahaha!!
    Thank you, Anna! :)

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