Here's Alison: Seagull
Do the eyes of a soaring, dipping, gliding seagull have the same capacity to appreciate what is seen by human eyes? Alison Ross's poem was prompted by the wonder of a sunrise.
Seagull were you,
Watching too
The sun, come up this morning,
And golden tint the view?
Seagull, did you see,
The gold-tipped thrust,
Of the shore embraced
With lovers lust?
The endless miles
Of golden surf,
Pounding urgently
On sand and earth?
Now fades, erotic waves,
As the day emerges…
While the sun climbs high,
To the Seagull’s cawing dirges!
Seagull, soaring high,
In the golden dawn.
Whirling, dipping, gliding,
As the day is born.
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