"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art.
Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so
great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour
is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Saturday, April 4, 2015

R.E. Slater - And There Was No Dawn (poem)




And There Was No Dawn
by R.E. Slater



In the black of morn song birds gaily sang --
spring robins chirped cheery “Cheerio’s,”
bush sparrows sang their “Twaladee-dee’s,”
afar, thumping grouse beat their plumping breast.

Upon my ear dark woodlands flew awake
by their one’s and two’s and three’s, til’
fair woods burst its blackened bounds
echoing O echoing sweet heavenly rings.

Chilled the air and frosty the grounds were
upon the deep darks that closed my bounds
as anon did I go a wandering its glistens
gloriously listening its sweet heavenly rings.

Yet the heralded dawn it would not come
as deep dark held fast the steadfast sun
as I and woodlawn held our gaze
along shadowy lands its nary flutter.

At once I knew this darkened world
had withheld its light upon its stays
as earth revolved and day turned night
benighting the lands of the midnight sun.

Once filling with warming light from above
each ray singing gay mornings fast awake
but not this day nor tomorrow’s dawn
All ruined, all lost, this darkening day.

Both land and beast, slumbering hawk and owl,
knew not whence this source of withering chill
that closed the eyes of a seeing world
withholding gay songs from its beating breast.

And there was no dawn this day of days
and there was no sun greeting mankind’s ways
to darkly lay morn's bounds upon the ground
denying gay haunts across its paschal lands.

As I and earth felt our ways upon its paths
across the deep darks lying awake its evil
believing goodness came when fast asleep
but it did not come in wastelands of hate.


- R.E. Slater
April 2-5, 9, 2015; August 27, 2015
“you made me see the stars above”

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