The supposedly old and the apparently new, madly, blindly chasing each other, hate in each heart screeching death to the other, are chipmunks circling the trunk of a tree around and around and around and around till the two merge in one dizzy streak of a band, like a pin-wheel afire with rope-skipping flame come to what looks like a stop. But let the band stretch, the band snap? -- we have the rondo all over again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES |