Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WARUM?, by ANN BATCHELDER


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First Line: I would poise my arm for the discus throwing
Last Line: While I bake the corn-cake at the camp-fire of my dreams.


I would poise my arm for the discus throwing,
I would be a swimmer in the strong deep sea;
Here must I stop and sit at my sewing,
Hemmed in by four walls that frown on me.

I would fare away on the world's broad highways,
I would hear the alien winds singing through the sails;
Here must I stay and roam the dusty byways,
Looking for berries to fill my berry-pails.

Why should the wild things cry to me forever?
Why should the green hills seem like prison walls?
Why should the echoes answer "never, never, never,"
When through the darkness my eager spirit calls?

Never for me to see the shore-light burning,
Not for me to portage by undiscovered streams;
Mine to hoist the weary task at the days returning,
While I bake the corn-cake at the camp-fire of my dreams.





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