Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
--Ted Kooser
(Oh, Ted. I love you so.)
You can find more totally lovable poets (and their poems) over at Live Your Poem where Irene is hosting today.
16 comments:
Love this! Thanks for sharing. The first thing I do in the mornings is see who's up and about outside by their chirps. (And most are up before I am, for sure.)
The image is great, too.
This poem explains why I always have breakfast on the 4-season porch. It's the sounds: rain on the roof, squirrels chasing through dry leaves, and the birds...
I love Ted Kooser. I'm not sure how I missed this poem, but I'm so glad you shared it today!
hauling the heavy bucket of dawn
up from the darkness
...how gorgeous is that?!
Tara, that's got to be one of the best lines ever!
J
This poem is a stunner! I hadn't seen it before either. Thanks so much. Have always been a big Kooser fan :).
So simple, yet so effective. Kooser is a wonder. Are you familiar with his book, Valentines. They're little poems that fit on a postcard. Very nice.
Isn't this poem just perfect for May. It gets better and better until the gorgeous end!
Cute image to go wit that poem.
Wagging Tales
Re: (Oh, Ted. I love you so.) ...me, too. I have to admit to a little YAY! in my head when I saw from your link that I would find Ted Kooser here! I have been listening to those "wooden-pulley notes" as I worked my way through the roundup this morning!!
The bucket of dawn! Perfect!
Kooser keeps it short and sweet and just nails the images here. I love that about his work. Thank you for sharing!
and letting us drink.
Yes, such beautiful imagery. Such power.
Hauling the heavy bucket of dawn. Amazing. Who else would think of dawn and so substantial, so heavy. And Kooser makes the thought work beautifully.
I love waking to the sounds of birds in the morning. I miss the birds when winter comes.
I love waking to the sounds of birds in the morning. I miss the birds when winter comes.
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