Yes, I too enjoyed this poem.
What strikes me is the way the vowels tip from each main syllable to the
next. In particular, those last two lines -- the closing-in effect of "how
it blinds men", which then opens out into the distance of "the eyes of
eaglets".
I think it's beautifully handled, and not just for 'poetic' effect either
since it adds to what you're saying, Laura. Welcome from me too.
joanna
> Welcome to the list with a fine poem, Laura, I at least haven't seen
> your name around before.
>
> I'm assuming the title refers to _the_ Blue Ridge, i.e., mountains. As
> a Tennessee native far from home, I think of them often.
>
> --Knut
>
> On 1/11/07, Laura Heidy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> Blue Ridge
>>
>> Listen to midnight
>> at the edge of the eyrie
>> two egg-teeth chipping
>>
>> Come carrion hour
>> each gray-downed half-winged fledgling
>> turns face to the east
>>
>> Observe the sunrise -
>> how it blinds men and opens
>> the eyes of eaglets
>>
>>
>> Lo
>> www.lauraheidy.blogspot.com
>>
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