Dawn by William Carlos Williams — Past Poetry archive

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings⁠— beating color up into it at a far edge⁠—beating it, beating it with rising, triumphant ardor,⁠— stirring it into warmth, quickening in it a spreading change,⁠— bursting wildly against it as dividing the horizon, a heavy sun lifts himself⁠—is lifted⁠— bit by bit above the edge of things,⁠—runs free at last out into the open⁠—! lumbering glorified in full release upward⁠— songs cease.