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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOW TIDE, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The birds are gathering over the dunes Last Line: Why did you bring me down to the sea? Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. Subject(s): Sea; Tides; Ocean | |||
The birds are gathering over the dunes, Swerving and wheeling in shifting flight, A thousand wings sweep darkly by Over the dunes and out of sight. Why did you bring me down to the sea With the gathering birds and the fish-hawk flying, The tide is low and the wind is hard, Nothing is left but the old year dying. I wish I were one of the gathering birds, Two sharp black wings would be good for me -- When nothing is left but the old year dying, Why did you bring me down to the sea? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS |
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