Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AH, SWEET THE BIRDS, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, sweet the birds are singing, and mead Last Line: And laughs, and knows no reason. ... God, how I hate it all! Subject(s): Birds; Hate | ||||||||
AH, sweet the birds are singing, and mead and shaw are green; The sky shines like a mirror, by winds and rain washed clean; The flocks are out to pasture, the world wends two by two; The sheety mill-pond captures high noon's remotest blue, And even in the city I wot that sparrows sing, And sickly shoots of leafage take color of the spring And universal gladness in every heart doth call And laughs, and knows no reason. ... God, how I hate it all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM JACK ROSE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE PEOPLE OF THE OTHER VILLAGE by THOMAS LUX IN STRANGE EVENTS by WILLIAM MEREDITH LINES FOR A CHRISTMAS CARD by HILAIRE BELLOC LINES TO A DON by HILAIRE BELLOC A SAILOR CHANTEY (ON BARK 'PESTALLOZI' OFF TRISTAN D'ACUNHA ISLANDS) by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP |
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