Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BERKLEY COMMON, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: Summer broods o'er berkley common, o'er the fields of everlasting Last Line: For the empty houses fill them with a feeling like to fear. Subject(s): Ghost Towns; Houses, Deserted | ||||||||
SUMMER broods o'er Berkley Common, o'er the fields of everlasting, And around the common cluster homes no one would ever rent; The people that once lived there, long have gone to other places, Dusty heirlooms in the garrets give a clue to where they went. Like a manuscript, all yellow, and with many things deleted, Yet a manuscript completed, with embellishments most rare, Berkley Common lies forgotten, with its fields of everlasting, And the sunlight on the windows of the empty houses there. It is off the line of travel; to the present unrelated; Only peddlers down from Dighton go that way to Taunton Weir; They haste by Berkley Common, by the fields of everlasting, For the empty houses fill them with a feeling like to fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE RUINS UNDER THE STARS by GALWAY KINNELL ABANDONED FARMHOUSE by TED KOOSER NORTH OF ALLIANCE by TED KOOSER BLUE SUNDAY by KENNETH REXROTH THE MIRROR IN THE WOODS by KENNETH REXROTH THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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