Poem of the Day: ‘The Morning Watch’
For the week between Palm Sunday and Easter, The New York Sun is presenting a selection of living poets, each reading his or her own work.

For Holy Week, between Palm Sunday and Easter, The New York Sun is presenting a selection of living poets, each reading his or her own work. To start off the week, the Sun’s poetry editor, Joseph Bottum, reads “The Morning Watch,” about falling asleep in church as a child. In the ubi sunt tradition — asking of the dead, Where are they now? — the poem owes a debt to Manuel Bandeira’s 1927 “Profundamente” and James Agee’s under-appreciated 1951 young-adult novella, The Morning Watch (with which it shares a title). In ten-line stanzas of accentual tetrameter, rhymed in the second, sixth, and tenth lines, the poem concludes: “They have all gone home to sleep. / Only elsewhere will they rise…”
The Morning Watch
by Joseph Bottum
I was sure that I would stay
Awake last night, lasting through
To daybreak and the Easter light—
A dawning through the dimmed stained glass
Of Lazarus Rising, Jerusalem’s Daughters,
St. James in shades of red and blue.
Feigning wakefulness, I traced
Curved lines in the high ceiling.
And there, near rows of the doused candles,
I fell asleep on the hardwood pew.
Last night I proudly told my parents
That I could stay awake to keep
The Easter vigil, not just my hour.
And when I awoke, the night had passed.
Through eastern windows, the morning twilight,
Stained red and blue, had begun to seep.
A corduroy jacket covered me.
I flailed awake, and my grandfather, watching
His hour, wrapped me in his arms.
My parents had gone home to sleep.
When I was eight, I fell asleep
And missed my watch on Easter night.
My father, grandfather, Mrs. Byrne,
Who covered me with her warm coat
In St. James’ Church—Where are they now?
Time has doused the kind and bright
Who watched for me. In passing years,
They have all gone home to sleep.
Only elsewhere will they rise—to a breath
Of new air and the dayspring light.
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With “Poem of the Day,” The New York Sun offers a daily portion of verse selected by the Sun’s poetry editor, Joseph Bottum of Dakota State University, with the help of the North Carolina poet Sally Thomas, The Sun’s associate poetry editor. Tied to the day, or the season, or just individual taste, the poems will be typically drawn from the lesser-known portion of the history of English verse. In the coming months we will be reaching out to contemporary poets for examples of current, primarily formalist work, to show that poetry can still serve as a delight to the ear, an instruction to the mind, and a tonic for the soul.