A Meditation on Daybreak
The wan grandeur of the first dawn hour
offers itself. Rising up from beyond
the blue horizon, the jagged bower
of mountain peaks girdles the paléd sun.
The off'ring announces itself, a thing
yet so far unlike the golden chalice,
for the sun we feel in daily wand'ring
burns less fiery in this dim, quiet dawn.
This new sun– (sometimes it feels like the first
morning in history) this rawest sun–
like the sweet hush of a babe lately nursed
from the bosom of its mother's soft breast,
and raised with solemn, tremulous movements
baptized by misty dew still collecting
around the dim heights of alpine immense,
bathing in the clear nectar of the moon's
painless tears (she weeps only for the thrill
of seeing her silver beams tone the earth
with pale, beautiful lunacy) yet still––
The sun takes his unyielding position
in the firmament at noon; and we let
the fragile delicacy of his birth
melt away – can do nothing but forget.
offers itself. Rising up from beyond
the blue horizon, the jagged bower
of mountain peaks girdles the paléd sun.
The off'ring announces itself, a thing
yet so far unlike the golden chalice,
for the sun we feel in daily wand'ring
burns less fiery in this dim, quiet dawn.
This new sun– (sometimes it feels like the first
morning in history) this rawest sun–
like the sweet hush of a babe lately nursed
from the bosom of its mother's soft breast,
and raised with solemn, tremulous movements
baptized by misty dew still collecting
around the dim heights of alpine immense,
bathing in the clear nectar of the moon's
painless tears (she weeps only for the thrill
of seeing her silver beams tone the earth
with pale, beautiful lunacy) yet still––
The sun takes his unyielding position
in the firmament at noon; and we let
the fragile delicacy of his birth
melt away – can do nothing but forget.
posted by Jackie | 6:45 PM
1 Comments:
A few things: "This new sun– (sometimes it feels like the first
morning in history) this rawest sun–" . . .I think this line employs what Keat's would call the negative capability, mixing your morning with the perennial morning, creates a very stark spiritual excellence.
"alpine immense": great wording.
"she weeps only for the thrill
of seeing her silv'ry beams tone the earth
with pale, beautiful lunacy" . . .this image is very vivid on account of your usage of "tone" and "beautiful lunacy" . . ."tone" gives a sense of being silent yet all-encompassing, and "lunacy" is the perfect shift of perspective . . . I mean to say, like a Braque or Picasso reshuffling of the angles in a landscape, certain words are slight shifts of the natural frame of things, so that the usage of "lunacy" will be more powerful then the obvious "light" . . .it is always important to find oppurtunities for these shifts, and I think what is interesting about these shifts is that there is no set formula for them, if you read these shifts in anothers work, they rarely lend a suggestion about how you are too personally create a new shift. They are, what Lao-Tzu might have called, "the pathless path."
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