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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INTIMATIONS, by LUCIA CLARK MARKHAM First Line: Tonight I hear a strange exultant hail Last Line: Of my discarded personalities. | |||
I Tonight I hear a strange exultant hail Out of the sentient darkness clanging far From the white glitter of the Polar Star To this dark land clad in its wintry mail -- The wild geese flying on the southland trail, Bold riders on the pathless seas of night! My pulses thrill with urgency of flight To loose my anchor and unfurl my sail. What magic in that call for you and me? What alien lure our firelit quiet stirs And wakes the zest of old adventuring? Across what stormy highlands did we flee, Intrepid, sure, careening wing to wing, In that far past when we were voyagers? II In the dawn's dawn I hear the cock's shrill cry Piercing the silence like a blade of steel -- What is this subtle sharp regret I feel, This strange protesting hurt? This poignancy Of long-suppresed inchoate memory? Beyond the dim horizon of the earth Before the morning-star had blazed to birth, Somewhere I heard my frantic heart reply. Then comes the tempo of familiar things, Dewdrops caressing vagrant childish feet, The scent of elder-blossoms and the sweet Delirium of young love's reveries; That clarion call evokes the garnerings Of my discarded personalities. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG GIRL by LUCIA CLARK MARKHAM WINTER MOODS by LUCIA CLARK MARKHAM ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON PENITENTIAL PSALM: 143. DOMINE EXAUDI by THOMAS WYATT THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON |
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