YOUR voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG SUMMER SHIRT SALE by CARL SANDBURG KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |