‘Dawn on the Shore’ and Other Poems by Ann Keith The Society October 1, 2015 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments Dawn on the Shore An hour before the dawn of day, I walked beside the tranquil bay, Along the sandy shore. The air was still. The wind had ceased. The planet Venus hung in the east, In the west the moon sank lower. The tide was down, the sands outspread; I walked with Orion above my head; Pale crabs flashed up before My feet, like flitting ghosts, and fled, Flickered and darted and skimmed and sped Back to the shadows once more. I walked beside the still sea, thinking Of all the things I loved, and linking My future and my past, Walked and watched my shadow glide Along the wet sands at my side. The water became one vast And gently heaving opaline mass, Perfectly calm and smooth as glass. The sun, still hidden, cast Its light before it. The ocean wore A luminous luster long before It rose from the sea at last. Then, layer by layer, the veils were withdrawn. Sea and hills took shape in the dawn And the sails of the small boats, white Specks on the clear expanse of blue. Fresh blossoms globed with morning dew Are not more fresh and bright Than the trees and rocks and hills of that bay, Emerging into the dawning day, Out of the chaos of night. Entranced and rapt, I lingered there, Breathing in the crystal air, Lapped in calm delight. So deep was the spell that I felt my own Bodily substance of blood and bone, Muscle and nerve and vein, Transformed in their nature and drifted away Over the sea to the rim of the day. No limits could now retain My spirit. I felt it lift and rise Like vaporous mist that mounts up through the skies After a passing rain. In that hour of peace beside the sea The gods made recompense to me For many hours of pain Sonnet Concerning Separation The soul that once has won to its true state, Achieved by love the goal and reached the Friend, Dissolved the walls and veils and brought an end To all the barriers that separate, That soul has found its verity, the straight Pathway to that to which all pathways tend, Which reason, heart and intellect defend, And no adjournments can invalidate, The sense of separation is the source Of all that clips our flight and saps our force And dims the hopeful lights and makes us weak. In its removal is our happiness And love’s unique signification: This It is we must deliberately seek. “A Seashore” by Claude Joseph Vernet, 1776, Oil on copper. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 2 Responses Bruce Dale Wise October 4, 2015 Fine phrases are found throughout Ann Keith’s Sonnet Concerning Separation. The balance of monosyllabic and polysyllabic words is expertly done. Complete lines 1 and 4 show remarkable technique, and I think lines 7-10, around the turn of the sonnet are a tour de force. Reply Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi October 5, 2015 Ann Keith is a master sonneteer and poet as seen in both poems that dance with rhythm and rhyme in an expertly crafted art form. Bravo! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.