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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEAGULL, by HERBERT BASHFORD First Line: A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes Last Line: Or shriek amid black hollows of the sea? Subject(s): Birds; Gulls; Seagulls | |||
A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes, He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sun With wings that fling the light, and sinks at times To ride in triumph where the tall waves run. The rocks tide-worn, the high cliff brown and bare And crags of bleak, strange shores he rests upon. He floats above, a moment hangs in air Clean-etched against the broad, gold breast of dawn. When wild, strong billows reach in fiercest might To clutch the gems that fire the midnight sky, When anger turns the ocean's face to white, Then sounds afar his shrill, exultant cry. Bold haunter of the deep! Of thy swift flights What of them all brings keenest joy to thee— To drive sharp pinions through storm-beaten nights Or shriek amid black hollows of the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUST AS MORNING TWILIGHT AND THE GULLS, GLOUCESTER, MAY 1966 by CHARLES OLSON A POEM BY GARNIE BRAXTON by JAMES WRIGHT GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS UNDER THE WHARF by IDA COLE BARTLATT THAMES GULLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD |
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