WILLOWS and willows in two gust-worn rows, The fading sunset and the marsh between; A road beneath where little pools lie keen At twisted roots, and faint the late light glows. The yellowing leaves flame down each wind that blows, And choke the pools and heap the rushes lean. Wheels rumble; up the road a cart is seen; White in a whirl of dust it lumbering shows. Eastward, beyond the wall of gust-worn trees, A rotting boat drawn up among the reeds; Creeks that past foggy alders blazing slip; Salt scents; the stir of solitary bees; A startled bird that shoreward clamoring speeds; And leagues of water empty of a ship. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN PORTRAIT IN THE HORIZONTAL by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY BURIAL AT SEA by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN JOCHANAN HAKKADOSH by ROBERT BROWNING |