Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHICH ROAD?, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Still green on the limbs o' the woak wer the leaves Last Line: Gaït o' walkèn, so smooth as an aïr-zwimmèn cloud Subject(s): Farm Life; Festivals; Roads; Agriculture; Farmers; Fairs; Pageants; Paths; Trails | ||||||||
Still green on the limbs o' the woak wer the leaves, Where the black slooe did grow, a-meal'd over wi' grey, Though leäzes, a-burnt, wer wi' bennets a-brown'd, An' the stubble o' wheat wer a-witherèn white, While sooner the zunlight did zink vrom the zight, An' longer did linger the dim-roaded night. But bright wer the day-light a-dryèn the dew, As foam wer a-villèn the pool in its vall, An' a-sheenèn did climb, by the chalk o' the cliff, The white road a-voun' steep to the wayweary step, Where along by the knap, wi' a high-beätèn breast, Went the maïd an' the chap to the feäst in their best. There hosses went by wi' their neck in a bow, An' did toss up their nose, over outspringèn knees; An' the ox, heäiryhided, wi' low-swingèn head; An' the sheep, little knee'd, wi' a quick-dippèn nod; An' a maïd, wi' her head a-borne on, in a proud Gaït o' walkèn, so smooth as an aïr-zwimmèn cloud | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL BY DIFFERENT PATHS by MARVIN BELL DRIVING HOME by MADELINE DEFREES ART IS PARALLEL TO NATURE by CLARENCE MAJOR HIGHWAY 2, ILLINOIS by LISEL MUELLER A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |
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