IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in the Shenandoah, riders blue and riders gray, piled with shovels, one and another, dust in the Shenandoah taking them quicker than mothers take children done with play. The blue nobody remembers, the gray nobody remembers, it's all old and old nowadays in the Shenandoah. ..... And all is young, a butter of dandelions slung on the turf, climbing blue flowers of the wishing woodlands wondering: a midnight purple violet claims the sun among old heads, among old dreams of repeating heads of a rider blue and a rider gray in the Shenandoah. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HERE LIES A LADY by JOHN CROWE RANSOM HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN LAMPLIGHT by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |