The Lark Ascending
“But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening . . .
As he to silence nearer soars”
“The Lark Ascending” ~ George Meredith
He hopes to raise such images, and thoughts,
And beauties in his poems as the lark
Produces notes, as many as white yachts
In Monaco, and hopes the lines are stark
With freshness. He expects his newer notes
To show him just how many wonders he
Should aim for far up high. The number floats
Above him almost limitless. The sea
Below crescendo skies produces waves
As numberless as what he wants to write
In full-throat pictures hiding graves,
As strong as Galahad’s clean strokes could smite.
..The rising phrases seek to go beyond
….The sky as quiet reader’s minds respond.