Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TAMPA, by FRANKLIN N. WOOD First Line: Low, rambling docks along tidewater ways Last Line: The tinkling of a troubadour's guitar. Subject(s): Florida; Guitars; Music & Musicians; Tampa Bay | ||||||||
Low, rambling docks along tidewater ways, Delicious sunlight, spilling down the street In shallow, golden pools; the fragrant, sweet Perfume of oleanders, lazy days Beneath old palms, are memories that blaze, When through a northern blizzard's stormy sleet, I seem to hear the warm gulf's pulsing beat, And mocking birds, in madrigals of praise. When like a full-blown rose the sun droops down, In dreams, I see thee, glamorous port of call, Thy sapphire sea and glorious evening star; Within the Spanish quarter of the town, In fancy, I can hear, behind a wall, The tinkling of a troubadour's guitar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORIDA MEMORIES by FRANKLIN N. WOOD INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 130 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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