Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY PILOTS, by EDWARD F. MORRILL First Line: The giant vane upon the tallest pine Last Line: Have I an ache within I cannot still? Subject(s): Kennebec (river), Maine; Nature | ||||||||
The giant vane upon the tallest pine Has given us no sidelong look today; It steers wrought-tipped head into the south To see the black ducks flocking from the bay. And now the night. The fog comes slipping in, And quick the din Of raucous duck is stilled . . . from the river mouth There comes the pungent taste of salt sea spray. O Kennebec -- why is your spell on me? Why, when this fog is flattening from Fall Sky, Have I an ache within I cannot still? What thrust for me is in the white gull's cry? I leap into light skiff and push from shore With sturdy oar. I think those long dead skippers on the hill Sit sternly in my bow as swift I ply. ("Ho! The boy's a poet! Sailing the tide of men That fired them down To Boston Town -- And brought them back again! We dared the seas where the Portland Went down to Davey Jones -- And you -- our brave descendant -- Make rhythm of our bones.) Why, when these coves with homing waters fill, Have I an ache within I cannot still? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN YOUNG APRIL by EDWARD F. MORRILL SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET |
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