Posted by: Peadar Ban | June 13, 2011

Dancing An Elegy

(Upon Seeing a Doe in the Morning)


In morning stillness
In dawn’s gentle light
Before any were stirring
I saw such a sight.

With majesty simple
She stopped to behold.
Alone of all creatures
Statuesque, bold

She stood in the open
As if to survey
All once that was hers
Now taken away

By we who came after
So separate, sure
Of our place in all this,
Of our role and stature.

Gentle lady she moved
Lost in the world
With her large sad eyes.
At last she turned

And, as if dancing
An elegy,
Diminished in sight
Disappearing in mystery.


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