We live in this flat blue basin, We and the meadow things, my townspeople, And there beyond where the snow lies In ochred patches float the smoke-grey towers. Has it never struck you as curious That we do not all leave this place? Surely we are blest With a noteworthy wisdom, my townspeople! Let us be conscious and talk of these things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH JESUS - THE CONQUEROR RENOWNED by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 3D SERIES: PRELUDE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BEING A MOTHER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |