Where Statues From Their Eyes Shed Tears Comments

What a gorgeous poem! It's a display of pure imagery, since there is no human presence except a passing reference to poet-seers. The imagery fans out to embrace the still sleeping dawn, and then closes in on itself with a repetition of the opening lines. This suggests to me a process that is both self-contained and self-generating. The imagery expresses a natural world which ceaselessly revolves from dawn to dawn, and it displays both striking beauty and bitter-sweet losses and the silent poet seers seem to be the mute witnesses of this ever recurring process that plays out as most humans sleep.