Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RHYTHM, by AMY BOWER First Line: Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand Last Line: And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | ||||||||
Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand; They floated, dipped, on an unvaried course, In single movement, as at a command From some unseen but deep, resistless force. While on the rocks below, the pounding waves Each at its proper moment bombed the shore, And sand blew whirring into kelp-strewn caves In tuneful time with the Pacific's roar. The wind, the waves, the sand, the flying geese, Reflect the cadences of perfect grace; They hum a song, that grand old masterpiece Of turning earth revolving in its space. They yield to purpose in an ordered way And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE ON SEEING AN OLD POET IN THE CAFE ROYAL by JOHN BETJEMAN TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SPRING TWILIGHT by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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