Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEAR YARMOUTH; TO EDWARD J. O'BRIEN, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: The river holds no more the fishing boats Last Line: The river sleeps, the boats are gone again. Subject(s): Boats; Fish & Fishing; Marine Animals; Sea; Anglers; Ocean | ||||||||
The river holds no more the fishing boats, For long ago the last one rotted away: And down its ever-meandering curves of blue, No masts jut out, eager to fight the spray. But on dim winter nights, When two by two the lights Burn out among the sleepy villages Which line its banks; The clouds roll over, heavy ranks, from seaward, And storm the steep waves of the sky. These are like scudding barks with hoisted sail, These are blue fishing smacks, setting forth for the shoal of stars; Lot Tubman or Amos Barker holds the wheel, While through the sky before the wind they reel. And the long lines of rain Descend upon the earth like ghostly trawl-lines: But ere the yawning chimneys blow smoke into the morning, The river sleeps, the boats are gone again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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