30/10/2024
Reprinted today on EVERY DAY POEMS.
✨ For Lysa, That She May Rise Early
Apprehension disappears ...
OCT 30
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For Lysa, That She May Rise Early
For L M
Each morning between five and six
When twenty serious cows file out,
And the waking cries of sheep
Are the sweetest of the various sounds
That turn night into day,
The world’s weather is most inhuman,
Though most secure.
Apprehension disappears—
As if fog to some high ship ascends,
Mysterious as Prague,
As if you could become
One with the field itself,
And the motion of the animals.
—Robert McDowell
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✨ This poem is in honor of our October theme: Ash, Cloud & Fog
From Sweet Wolf, Homestead Lighthouse Press, Copyright © 2021. Used by permission of the publisher.
Photo by Jamo Images, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.
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