Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PEDOMETER, by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My thoughts beat out in sonnets while I walk Last Line: O marvellous to stride and brood upon it! Alternate Author Name(s): Hall, Galway Subject(s): Walking | ||||||||
MY thoughts beat out in sonnets while I walk, And every evening on the homeward street I find the rhythm of my marching feet Throbs into verses (though the rhyme may balk). I think the sonneteers were walking men: The form is dour and rigid, like a clamp, But with the swing of legs the tramp, tramp, tramp Of syllables begins to thud, and then -- Lo! while you seek a rhyme for hook or crook Vanished your shabby coat, and you are kith To all great walk-and-singers -- Meredith, And Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Keats, and Rupert Brooke! Free verse is poor for walking, but a sonnet -- O marvellous to stride and brood upon it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING DAY: WALK by AMY LOWELL WALKING-STICKS AND PAPERWEIGHTS AND WATERMARKS by MARIANNE MOORE I GUIDED THE LONG TRANSHUMANCE OF THE HERD by AIME CESAIRE THE TREES OF MADAME BLAVATSKY by NORMAN DUBIE THREE MEN WALKING, THREE BROWN SILHOUETTES by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |
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