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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND, by HAYDEN CARRUTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Summer wilderness, a blue light Last Line: The real and only sanity to me Subject(s): Birds; Loons; Mountain Life - Vermont; Summer | |||
Summer wilderness, a blue light twinkling in trees and water, but even wilderness is deprived now. "What's that? What is that sound?" Then it came to me, this insane song, wavering music like the cry of the genie inside the lamp, it came from inside the long wilderness of my life, a loon's song, and there he was swimming on the pond, guarding his mate's nest by the shore, diving and staying under unbelievable minutes and coming up where no one was looking. My friend told how once in his boyhood he had seen a loon swimming beneath his boat, a shape dark and powerful down in that silent mysterious world, and how it had ejected a plume of white excrement curving behind. "It was beautiful," he said. The loon broke the stillness over the water again and again, broke the wilderness with his song, truly a vestige, the laugh that transcends first all mirth and then all sorrow and finally all knowledge, dying into the gentlest quavering timeless woe. It seemed the real and only sanity to me. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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