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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A POET'S APPEAL FOR THE NATURAL: 1, by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON
First Line: You may hover round the drowsy hearth
Last Line: Calk-shod, across the continent.
Subject(s): Nature; Poetry & Poets
First Line: You may hover round the drowsy hearth
Last Line: Calk-shod, across the continent.
Subject(s): Nature; Poetry & Poets
You may hover round the drowsy hearth,
And breed inertia if you will,
With all the swarm of kindred ills—
And pills—Give me the open air!
Give me Nature, even though it means.
To face alone her fiercest moods.
I'd drink the ozone of the storm,
And step in Old Boreas' tracks
As he walks with giant swing and stride,
Calk-shod, across the continent.
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