Yes as alike as entirely You my father I see That high Greenock tenement And whole shipyarded front. As alike as a memory early Of 'The Bonny Earl o'Moray' Fiddled in our high kitchen Over the sleeping town These words this one night Feed us and will not Leave us without our natures Inheriting new fires. The March whinfires let fall From the high Greenock hill A word fetched so bright Out of the forehead that A fraction's wink and I And my death change round softly. My birth and I so softly Change round the outward journey. Entirely within the fires And winter-harried natures Of your each year, the still Foundered man is the oracle Tented within his early Friendships. And he'll reply To us locked in our song. This night this world falling Across the kindling skies Takes over over our bodies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO THE GALLIC EAGLE by BERNARD BARTON TO A DEAF AND DUMB LADY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ON LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS ODE ON VENICE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HATCHET by WILLIAM THOMAS CALLAWAY JR. TIMON'S EPITAPH by CALLIMACHUS FOR SLEEP WHEN OVERTIRED OR WORRIED by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN |