Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRAIRIE TOWN, by HELEN HOOVEN SANTMYER First Line: Lovers of beauty laugh at this gray town Last Line: Lies like an old sea-road, star-pointed north. Subject(s): Prairies; Towns; Wellesley College; Plains | ||||||||
LOVERS of beauty laugh at this gray town, Where dust lies thick on ragged curb-side trees, Where compass-needle streets lead up and down And lose themselves in empty prairie seas. Here is no winding scented lane, no hill Crowned with a steepled church, no garden wall Of old gray stone, where lilacs bloom and fill The air with fragrance when the May rains fall. But here is the unsoftened majesty Of the wide earth where all the wide streets end, And from the dusty corner one may see The full moon rise, and flaming sun descend. The long main street, whence farmers' teams go forth Lies like an old sea-road, star-pointed North. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN NO COMPLAINTS; FOR ROBERT GRENIER by ANSELM HOLLO POINT OF ROCKS, TEXAS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE PRAIRIE HOUSES by BARBARA GUEST AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN SYMPHONY OF THE SOIL by EVA K. ANGLESBURG FOR OLD BELIEFS FORSAKEN by HELEN HOOVEN SANTMYER |
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