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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITOME, by KATE ROBERTSON KNAUER First Line: God's winds lift high to barren rock Last Line: The owlet or the cooing dove. Subject(s): Birds | |||
God's winds lift high to barren rock A seed that clings, and laurel flings Its splendor down a mountainside. He lets a grain of genius fall Into the mire and Lo! a fire -- An illumination world-wide. Man, the provider, sows his seed In fertile soil with eager toil, That harvests him may gratify. Material are the crops he seeks -- His very need incurring greed That lets the finer things go by. A woman plants the seed of joy Anywhere; she breathes a prayer And fences it in with love. She plants for beauty, service, faith, Nor cares who reaps the ripened heaps -- The owlet or the cooing dove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE |
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