Ed Roberson

(1948 / Pittsburgh / United States)

Here - Poem by Ed Roberson

There is nothing concrete to grasp in
looking into the morning sky
The evidence of red-eye
flights east a plane drawn line presents
is not a wheelbarrow solid enough
dependency as day and night
carry in coming and going
You don't see the poem
saying anything you can't see in it
White dashes of contrails'
seemingly unmoving streak towards sunrise
disquiet the pale otherwise
unpunctuated blue of dawn
breaks it off Here is that silence


Comments about Here by Ed Roberson

There is no comment submitted by members..

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 1, 2014


[Report Error]