Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY OWN, by SYLVIA BING First Line: Acrid fragrance of salt in the night air - Last Line: And the waves against the shore are droning -- droning -- Subject(s): Dreams; Sea; Nightmares; Ocean | ||||||||
Acrid fragrance of salt in the night air -- Borne to me by a boisterous autumn wind From far out among carousing waves -- Brings back to me a night When salt breezes left their lingering touch on my senses As they chilled my quivering, fevered body -- Left my hair crisp and curling with salt moisture. A wild glad night when an oval harvest moon Danced crazily in a wind-rocked October sky. My dreams are bright with the glow of the harvest moon; Bitter with the salt of the sea wind -- And the waves against the shore are droning -- droning -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON |
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