Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POINT LOMA SONNETS: 5. GRAY, by WINIFRED DAVIDSON First Line: Our days of gray on loma by the sea Last Line: A rock of time's chiaroscure mists have mossed. Subject(s): Point Loma, California; Time | ||||||||
Our days of gray on Loma by the sea Are like gulls' pinions spread and poised, at rest Upon the wind; are like silk scarfs caressed By young girls' throats that flutter ceaselessly. Our days of gray are soft days. They can be As tranquil as the mated wood dove's breast; And they can make of North, South, East and West And dawn and noon and night monotony: A sameness of shot silver gause -- a thrill Diffused across the heart of life and lost Between the sun and sea-floor. This bare hill Stands wrapped in thoughts of old rains, drawn rains tossed On fragments of dun clouds; stands smothered, still . . . A rock of Time's chiaroscure mists have mossed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND APRIL AFTERNOON, POINT LOMA (1769) by WINIFRED DAVIDSON |
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