Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERITAGE, by MARIE BLAKE First Line: Why should the mountains confuse me with rapture? Last Line: The green hills of ireland call me again! Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
Why should the mountains confuse me with rapture? Storm at my heart till I see them through tears? Weigh me with wistfulness past all the telling? Sound the high bugles my errant soul hears? Is it the magic of other hills calling, The hills of my fathers, across the long years? Child of a race that knew stretching horizons, Far-climbing headlands all misty with rain, Slopes of soft emerald starred thick with primrose, Vista and vision: half beauty, half pain -- Here's why the mountains confuse me with rapture: The green hills of Ireland call me again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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