In the barn the tenant cock,
Close to partlet perched on high,
Briskly crows (the shepherd’s clock!),
Jocund that the morning's nigh.

Swiftly from the mountain’s brow,
Shadows, nursed by night, retire:
And the peeping sunbeam now
Paints with gold the village spire.

Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night;
And the lark, to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd’s sight.

From the low-roofed cottage ridge,
See the chatt’ring swallow spring;
Darting through the one-arched bridge,
Quick she dips her dappled wing.

Now the pine-tree’s waving top
Gently greets the morning gale:
Kidlings now begin to crop
Daisies on the dewy dale.

From the balmy sweets, uncloyed
(Restless till her task be done),
Now the busy bee's employed
Sipping dew before the sun.

Trickling through the creviced rock,
Where the limpid stream distils,
Sweet refreshment waits the flock
When ’tis sun-drove from the hills.

Colin’s for the promised corn
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe)
Anxious; – whilst the huntsman’s horn,
Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe.

Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng
On the white emblossomed spray!
Nature’s universal song
Echoes to the rising day.

John Cunningham, 1729-1773 – “Morning” from The New Oxford Book of Eighteenth-Century Verse



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  1. I wasn’t thinking of the dawn chorus to start with and with the urban setting and the cock the first call it is not, but that is what I am left with. It is not us, people but nature anyway and a wonderful way to evoke it.

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#232: Ted Hughes in Alaska Human Voices Wake Us

An episode from 6/22/26: Tonight, we hear about the British poet Ted Hughes (1930-1998), and the poem he said he spent the most time on, “The Gulkana.” The poem is named after a river in Alaska, and in this episode, I preface a reading of the poem with excerpts from his letters and biography about Hughes’ love for the outdoors and for fishing. In particular, in the last two decades of his life, Hughes found great solace and intensity visiting his son, Nicholas, a marine biologist, who was then living in Alaska. Only after this introduction do I read “The Gulkana” in full, as well as the poem “That Morning.”Both poems come from his 1983 collection, River; the letters come from those he wrote to the critic and friend Keith Sagar, as well as The Letters of Ted Hughes; the biography I read from is by Jonathan Bate. The other episodes I’ve done on Hughes’ life and poetry can be found here.The best way to support the podcast is by leaving a review on Apple or Spotify, sharing it with others, or sending me a note on what you think. You can also order any of my books: Time and the River: From Columbine to the Invention of Fire, Notes from the Grid, To the House of the Sun, The Lonely Young & the Lonely Old, and Bone Antler Stone. I've also edited a handful of books in the S4N Pocket Poems series. I also have a YouTube channel where I share poems and excerpts from these books, mostly as YouTube shorts.Email me at humanvoiceswakeus1@gmail.com.
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