Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COUNTRY-CLUB, by AUGUST H. MASON First Line: Genteel this april hour. This textured green Last Line: Their concourse down the frothing social flume. Subject(s): Country Clubs | ||||||||
Genteel this April hour. This textured green, Rain-sweet, exhales an equal peace. Without These faultless panes, the purest box: no rout Of untamed leafage, no natural spleen. Within, mild-springing commerce flows serene As sequence of clear waters doubling out Of flagons underground, with careful shout Almost released, then checked, and never seen. Brown tea comes in, and toast with cinnamon. The sun makes gold a moment in a score Of silver spoons. Voices in current run Politely slow, slip quickly through the room Like mountain brooklets, eager now to pour Their concourse down the frothing social flume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GREATNESS IN POETS by AUGUST H. MASON YELLOW AND GRAY by AUGUST H. MASON CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS (THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |
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