Walter Conrad Arensberg

(1878-1954 / United States)

At Daybreak - Poem by Walter Conrad Arensberg

I had a dream and I awoke with it—
Poor little thing that I had not unclasped
After the kiss good-by.

And at the surface how it gasped—
This thing that I had loved in the unlit
Depth of the drowsy sea….
Ah me!
This thing with which I drifted toward the sky.

Driftwood upon a wave—
Senseless the motion that it gave.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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