Dust followed our car like a dry brown cloud. At the river we swam, then in the canoe passed downstream toward Manton; the current carried us through cedar swamps, hot fields of marsh grass where deer watched us and the killdeer shrieked. We were at home in a thing that passes. And that night, camped on a bluff, we ate eggs and ham and three small trout; we drank too much whiskey and pushed a burning stump down the bank - it cast hurling shadows, leaves silvered and darkened, the crash and hiss woke up a thousand birds. Now, tell me, other than lying between some woman's legs, what joy have you had since, that equaled this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD RELIGION; AN ESSAY IN COUPLETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |