I heard a red-winged black-bird singing Down where the river sleeps in the reeds; That was morning, and at noontime A humming-bird flashed on the jewel-weeds; Clouds blew up, and in the evening A yellow sunset struck through the rain, Then blue night, and the day was ended That never will come again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN |