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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRIFT, by ANNA HOLM POGUE First Line: High, high / the illimitable power of dashing waves Last Line: And change is slow.... | |||
High, high, The illimitable power of dashing waves Has strewn the rocks With bleaching trunks of giant forest monarchs. We cannot know on what far shore The seed-begetting cones Of these huge conifers Fell from their parent stems; Nor can we see, except in dreams, The waving, wind-tossed boughs That once were raised -- Green supplicating arms -- Petitioning their Maker For needed sun and rain. Beheaded, shorn, they lie awaiting burial. Perhaps all silently they pray The thunder-god will send his fire bolts To hasten their disintegration; For time is long -- long -- And change is slow.... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON |
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