“
Millions of years old — over the whole
Hangs the universe like a dome
Pillared on the mountains, that fade into their own height,
Breaking through dense jungle shade to white,
And higher yet into the burning night,
Star-spluttering and belching darkness.
Over the whole spread a silent vastness
So still, the silence recoiled on itself
And broke to pieces in a myriad whispers–
A mountain stream worming its way to the sea–
The hushed shifting of sand before the breakers,
Heard from miles beyond the forest’s edge–
Insects’ wings brushing the breathless air–
A leaf falling on leaves and the drip of dew,
Then through the night the howl of homeless dogs
To hurl the stillness back into noise.
When from the hills, not seen till touching the trees,
Morning, like a flock of flamingoes, wings
To settle in the branches and spread across the fields.
(Clive Branson)”
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Based on Topics: Night Poems, Nature Poems, Morning Poems, Silence PoemsBased on Keywords: belching, recoiled, pillared, worming, flamingoes