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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A PRIMITIVE CANOE, by CLAUDE MCKAY Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane Last Line: An old wine has intoxicated me Alternate Author Name(s): Edwards, Eli | |||
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through my active brain Still thoughts are stirred to wakefulness; because Long, long ago in a dim unknown land, A massive forest-tree, ax-felled, adze-hewn, Was deftly done by cunning mortal hand Into a symbol of the tender moon. Why does it thrill more than the handsome boat That bore me o'er the wild Atlantic ways, And fill me with rare sense of things remote From this harsh life of fretful nights and days? I cannot answer but, whate'er it be, An old wine has intoxicated me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY |
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