Here is an absolutely gorgeous little poem by Galway Kinnell.
DaybreakFrom Galway Kinnell: Selected Poems, Houghton Mifflin, 1982.
On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it as slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and, as if they had simply
increased their receptivity
to gravity they sank down
into the mud; they faded down
into it and lay still; and by the time
pink of sunset broke across them
they were as invisible
as the true stars at daybreak.
Imagine seeing a dozen creeping starfish on the sand! Kinnell took such care in setting the scene for me, that I can see it, too!
Visit Mary Lee at A Year of Reading for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.
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Beautiful... some gorgeous lines in this poem.ReplyDelete
What a perfectly wonderful poem - I could "hear" his voice reading it. Last weekend I tossed a starfish back into the retreating tide at the beach. I love how this poem makes you slow down, notice, wonder.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you like it as much as I do!ReplyDelete
Unexpected change of plans: the roundup is at A Year of Reading http://readingyear.blogspot.com/2012/08/poetry-friday-roundup-is-here.html Thanks for changing your link!ReplyDelete
Oh, wow! I LOVE this poem! And I so hope to see this in real life someday!!ReplyDelete
Wow, that was niceReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by today Mary Lee and Gillena. Do you have a lot of starfish in T & T, Gillena?ReplyDelete
I love this poem and it's clear images of beauty and mystery. Thanks for posting it!ReplyDelete