Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PORTUGUESE FISHERMEN, by ALFARATA BOWDOIN HILTON First Line: Bare, brown, singing throats Last Line: The heart to sunnier lands and years. Subject(s): Fish & Fishing; Wellesley College; Anglers | ||||||||
BARE, brown, singing throats, -- Rush of liquid song, that floats Above a sun-sharp, northern sea With warm exotic melody. Fisherfolk, a-singing here, Mending of your nets and gear, These same deep-drawn tides That tug your vessels' battered sides Tumble with bright wash of foam On sandy shores you once called home, Now so hopeless -- far away -- Shaking tempests, bitter spray Harry the ocean paths between. Secure this harbor's opaque green, The dingy craft, the bustle made By busy, profitable trade. Yet your impassioned, wistful song, Rising while you work among The drying seines, sweeps free and bears The heart to sunnier lands and years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN THE GREAT BLACK HERON by DENISE LEVERTOV ISLA MUJERES by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL TWO PICTURES OF A LEAF by MARVIN BELL OF FISH AND FISHERMEN by JOHN CIARDI DEDICATION by ALFARATA BOWDOIN HILTON |
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