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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LESS THAN KIN, by ISABEL FISKE CONANT First Line: He was a hill man Last Line: Hill-man . . . Sea-woman. | |||
He was a hill man, And she watched the spray Until he came and won her All in a day. Sea-folk will talk all day, But mountain-folk are still And the tide dashes vainly Against a cliff's will. He knows not how to answer Her salt tide of talk. He goes no further from his hills Than a day's walk! Though she climb to roof or hill-top As if her soul to save, All that her eastward staring sees Is a hill-wave. Hill-folk cannot easily Speak what they feel, But his look follows her Like a dog at heel. Far up a hillside Seas cannot climb . . . Her tide of talk is going out Before its time. Destiny that mated them Was less than kind or human; All in a day to tether Hill-man . . . sea-woman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANALYZE LOVE by ISABEL FISKE CONANT BIRD O'ER THE BATTLEFIELD by ISABEL FISKE CONANT HARK, HARK, THE LARK; A POET'S REQUIEM. JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY by ISABEL FISKE CONANT IN THE SUN by ISABEL FISKE CONANT OLD GLASS FACTORY by ISABEL FISKE CONANT POET AND MERCHANT by ISABEL FISKE CONANT |
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