Arts & Sciences
Morning Song, with Drums
From What's O'Clock (1925)
Arts & Sciences
The pheasants cry in the dawn,
Mocking the glitter of the nearby city
Struck upon the sky.
Ivy in a wind,
Smooth grass,
Old cedar-trees.
Change is a bitter thing to contemplate
Across a grey dawn.
Puff-ball world, forsooth,
A kick and it is broken into smoke.
The pheasant's cry is raucous in the dawn.
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MLA
Lowell, Amy. “Morning Song, with Drums.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/362/.
Chicago
Lowell, Amy. “Morning Song, with Drums.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lowell_a/362/.
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