10 Best Famous Downwardness Poems
Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Downwardness poems. This is a select list of the best famous Downwardness poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Downwardness poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of downwardness poems.
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Written by
Robert Penn Warren |
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming.
It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags
Of mercilessness, past whiteness, into the gloaming
Of dream-spectral light above the lazy purity of snow-snags.
There--west--were the Tetons.Snow-peaks would soon be
In dark profile to break constellations.Beyond what height
Hangs now the black speck?Beyond what range will gold eyes see
New ranges rise to mark a last scrawl of light?
Or, having tasted that atmosphere's thinness, does it
Hang motionless in dying vision before
It knows it will accept the mortal limit,
And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restore
The breath of earth?Of rock?Of rot?Of other such
Items, and the darkness of whatever dream we clutch?
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Written by
Rg Gregory |
with landbound legs a wish
for the easy flow of a river - not
the clambering up crags to seek
more favour from the sun
(or long-haired moon) harped for
since those sparks of who am i
first clicked through consciousness
how the river sidles round
rocks blocking the painful straight
seems to brush aside
all snags disrupting its ambition
to be sea - certain from its source
downwardness is good - legs don’t have
that gift (being boned with doubt)
rivers in their waywardness
become a rattling cage of tigers
when the storm god snarls
legs are happy then
to have hard ground to run away on
legs and rivers you could say
should show compassion for each other
as if legs themselves aren’t rivers
when (from hip to toe) the energy
runs down from impulses
the high brain sources - summer’s joys
or winter’s nobbling aches
make the same ground safe
or fearful - as when the river legs it
legs or rivers - the game’s alike
seasons distort the flow
in age the river’s more appealing
(legs have a way of silting up)
after the high ground’s turmoils
you hope for the sanctity of meadows
a kind of green relief
legs feed on past dreams (now
kick a ball the leg drops off)
rivers are geared to what comes next
even in the sea’s maw
hope is on their lips (ever) - legs
rest on their elegiac laurels
with the weight off them they flow best
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