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The Sun Has Burst The Sky - Poem by Jenny Joseph

The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.

The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.

The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.

Comments about The Sun Has Burst The Sky by Jenny Joseph

  • Gordon Walter 11/21/2020 11:47:00 PM

    Yes love can make anything happen. Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan 11/21/2020 10:55:00 PM

    When a heat is in love, the eyes see beauty all around, the ears hear a cuckoo's cooing from all directions.
    Congratulations on your poem being chosen as 'The Modern Poem Of The Day'!
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  • love rocks 11/21/2020 10:27:00 PM

    I love you too becaus I love you Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee 11/21/2020 9:45:00 PM

    The sun has burst the sky
    Because I love you
    And the river its banks.//// everything of the world is wonderful and wondering me everywhere because I love you; the feeling of love is very mysterious where lover always feels strange something; sometime this live puzzles the mind of lover; beautiful poem penned
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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 11/21/2020 8:18:00 PM

    The people walk in the street and laugh
    I love you
    And far down the river ships sound their hooters
    Crazy with joy because I love you.
    The theme of love
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  • Rajnish Manga 11/21/2020 9:44:00 AM

    That's the beauty of love. World seems so much affiliated to love when we are in love with somebody. Thanks a lot. Reply

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  • Savita Tyagi 11/21/2020 8:05:00 AM

    It’s a beautiful poem but didn’t we see it on front page just a few weeks back. I am sure there are many worthy poets and poems that Poemhunter can bring to light by providing space on its front page rather than using repetitions so often. Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul 11/21/2020 12:27:00 AM

    The sea laps the great rocks and acquires the rivers and sun bursts the sky with golden rays. Love is reflected in all regards. An excellent poem is well penned. Reply

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  • Shreya Hacks 11/7/2020 11:26:00 PM

    Wow. Superb love poem. Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee 11/7/2020 9:55:00 PM

    The blackbird fills the air
    Because I love you
    With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.
    /// it's a beautiful poem within romantic feelings; yes; when someone falls in love then it seems that the world is beautiful, fascinated exotic looking the surrounding; yes; everywhere it seems the birds flying, rivers tranquil flowing, mild breeze blowing, sweet drizzling shedding; it's all thru because of love you//
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Sun Poems
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    Jenny Joseph
  2. 2. Summer Sun
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  3. 3. The Sun Rising
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  4. 4. Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothin..
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  5. 5. Sun And Shadow
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  6. 6. Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  7. 7. Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines
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  8. 8. Be Angry At The Sun
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  9. 9. The Catholic Sun
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  11. 11. The Sun Wields Mercy
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  12. 12. Memory Of Sun
    Anna Akhmatova
  13. 13. The Sun By Amy Boothby - Age 10 Years
    Ernestine Northover
  14. 14. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun
    Walt Whitman
  15. 15. When The Sun Come After Rain
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  16. 16. Seascape With Sun And Eagle
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  17. 17. I Am The Autumnal Sun
    Henry David Thoreau
  18. 18. Three Years She Grew In Sun And Shower,
    William Wordsworth
  19. 19. I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose
    Emily Dickinson
  20. 20. Nor The Sun Its Selling Power
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  21. 21. He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower
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  22. 22. A Song Of The Setting Sun
    Ernest Christopher Dowson
  23. 23. O Sun Of Real Peace
    Walt Whitman
  24. 24. Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
    Sara Teasdale
  25. 25. The Sun Has Long Been Set
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  26. 26. Superfluous Were The Sun
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  28. 28. Feeding The Sun
    Bill Knott
  29. 29. Stream And Sun At Glendalough
    William Butler Yeats
  30. 30. The Sun Has Set
    Emily Jane Brontë
  31. 31. A Slant Of Sun On Dull Brown Walls
    Stephen Crane
  32. 32. Sun Of The Sleepless!
    George Gordon Byron
  33. 33. Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun
    Eugene Field
  34. 34. The Summer Sun Shone Round Me
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  35. 35. Katrina's Sun-Dial
    Henry Van Dyke
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  38. 38. The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews
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  39. 39. The Sun-Dial At Wells College
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  40. 40. Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest
    James Clerk Maxwell
  41. 41. The Sun Sets In Molten Gold
    Li Ching Chao
  42. 42. The Sun Was Slumbering In The West
    Thomas Hood
  43. 43. Let The Sun Shine - Triolet
    Ernestine Northover
  44. 44. We Can But Follow To The Sun
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    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  46. 46. The Beautiful Sun
    William Topaz McGonagall
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Sun Poems

  1. The Sun Rising

    Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. Thy beams, so reverend and strong Why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long: If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me Whether both the'Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear: 'All here in one bed lay.' She'is all states, and all princes I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compar'd to this, All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy. Thou, sun, art half as happy'as we, In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

  2. Sun And Shadow

    As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen, Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue: Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray As the chaff in the stroke of the flail; Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way, The sun gleaming bright on her sail. Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,-- Of breakers that whiten and roar; How little he cares, if in shadow or sun They see him who gaze from the shore! He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef, To the rock that is under his lee, As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf, O'er the gulfs of the desolate sea. Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves Where life and its ventures are laid, The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves May see us in sunshine or shade; Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark, We'll trim our broad sail as before, And stand by the rudder that governs the bark, Nor ask how we look from the shore!

  3. Summer Sun

    Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes.

  4. Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.