Sunrise: Impressions Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It is a large round orange plate
Rising above the rim of horizon,
Hidden by a building, and partly by foliage -
Certainly this nude child is not shy?

He soon climbs up, and transforms
Whitish bright, higher but intense
Like a grown-up young person
Whose power lies in nakedness,
Dazzling to look on, if you dare to stare at,
And see bits of eye-crinkling curves.

The morning blue sky over Trombay hill
Soon changes color to dull aluminium;
Now I go about, like one much-married,
With never a thought for nakedness
Till night falls, and the sun has set.