Rouse by Yevgenya Ryaboy
This is a two voice poem. Each column can be read separately, or the poem can be read across both columns.
The sun rising Slowly on the horizon
Moved the clouds I saw it and felt it
At the same time Progressing its way
Across the sky Toward its descent
The colors changed and I knew
the day had begun the night would be alive
I have waited for this time For quite awhile
To awake in my blanket I could stay hidden
In the bright daylight To live this night
To open my eyes unchained and unleashed
And see this day As if it were my last
[reprinted from WORDS 74 (SVA literary journal), edited by Professor Louis Phillips]
