Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOLIDAY, by MARION PATTON WALDRON First Line: With pilgrim staff and scrip Last Line: We took a lift with pleasure. Subject(s): Happiness; Love; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
With pilgrim staff and scrip, With poetry and talking, And laughter on the lip, My love and I went walking. "What! Walking?" they all cried; They seemed to fear disaster. We roused the countryside By stepping out the faster. Where clematis was spread We came upon new honey; Thereon we richly fed For such a little money. We drank from out a well Where phlox and yew were growing; Then, silent for a spell, Just thought while we were going. Our limbs in perfect time Were rhythmically swinging, Our bodies gave the rime, Our blood was up and singing. "And what poor fools are these?" Cried tourists from the city. We ran beneath the trees; They motored by in pity. We mocked them in our play And danced a foot-free measure, But at the end of day We took a lift with pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |
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