Where shall I climb, sound, seek, search, or find Further in summer than the birds In darkness and amid the many shapes Angels of rain and lightening The voice I hear this passing night was heard Said, yearn upward The whistle of the wind, it is not my voice The fly buzz, the stillness between heaves of storm All are at one now, roses and lovers The aim was always song From an old chaos of the sun The heaving speech of air Overturns a coffee cup Making folksongs from soul sounds Honey and bread Breathe them, bite Savor, chew, swallow, transform References:Anne Bradsreet, Emily Dickinson, William Wordsworth, John Keats,Percy Bysshe Shelley, Robert Browning, Walt Whitman, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Robert Frost, Wallace Stevens, T.S. Eliot, Jean Toomer, Gwendolyn Brooks, Denise Levertov
Early Morning Poems 