Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GIFT, by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL First Line: Oh the glory of high places, wind-blown Last Line: In the glory of the morning, to height of heights I fly. Subject(s): Silence; Thought; Thinking | ||||||||
OH the glory of high places, wind-blown earth and crystal sky; The magic of the hilltops, the moving clouds and high A sunlit hawk on quiet, slanting wings. He drifts and curves and balances, and now my spirit flings Aside the chains of earth, and soars up with the hawk and sings; Oh the wonder of my passageand the ease. The smell of pine and water; sunlight-arrows on the trees; Beneath, sun-shadowed amethyst and amber. Now I cease To feel my earthly chainsmy soaring soul Beyond the sun-warmed pines, o'er flashing water seeks the goal; Below, the white of surf, and far above the ocean's roll The flashing white of myriad sea-gulls' wings. On golden light of morning, I fly beyond these weary things Of earth,this sickness, sorrow, and the emptiness death brings, The heavy-wingèd night whose thoughts like stifling feathers fall, As I lie quiet, staring at the pattern on the wall, Until with soul out-stretching, I reach a light above the pall; In the glory of the morning, to height of heights I fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILLE ET UN SENTIMENTS (PREMIERS CENTS) by DENISE DUHAMEL SUNDAY AFTERNOON by CLARENCE MAJOR I BROOD ABOUT SOME CONCEPTS, FOR EXAMPLE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER EASY LESSONS IN GEOPHAGY by KENNETH REXROTH GENTLEMEN, I ADDRESS YOU PUBLICLY by KENNETH REXROTH ON FLOWER WREATH HILL: 1 by KENNETH REXROTH |
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