Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLUE HERON, by THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS
First Line: In a green place lanced through
Last Line: Death-stilland sudden as death!
Alternate Author Name(s): Roberts, T. G.
In a green place lanced through
With amber and gold and blue;
A place of water and weeds
And roses pinker than dawn,
And ranks of lush young reeds,
And grasses straightly withdrawn
From graven ripples of sands,
The still blue heron stands.
Smoke-blue he is, and grey
As embers of yesterday.
Still he is, as death;
Like stone, or shadow of stone,
Without a pulse or breath,
Motionless and alone
There in the lily stems:
But his eyes are alive like gems.
Still as a shadow; still
Grey feather and yellow bill:
Still as an image made
Of mist and smoke half hid
By windless sunshine and shade,
Save when a yellow lid
Slides and is gone like a breath:
Death-stilland sudden as death!
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