JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs. Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke, Rose and sang, rose in a choir of puzzles. They made his head ache with riddles of music. They rested his head with beaten cadence. Jimmy Wimbledon listened. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |