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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH, by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS Poet's Biography
First Line: They tell me on the morrow I must leave
Last Line: Gay birds and hear the bees make heavy droon.
Subject(s): Southern States; South (u.s.)
First Line: They tell me on the morrow I must leave
Last Line: Gay birds and hear the bees make heavy droon.
Subject(s): Southern States; South (u.s.)
They tell me on the morrow I must leave
This winter eyrie for a southern flight
And truth to tell I tremble with delight
At thought of such unheralded reprieve.
E'er have I known December in a weave
Of blanched crystal, when, thrice one short night
Packed full with magic, and O blissful sight!
N'er May so warmly doth for April grieve.
To in a breath's space wish the winter through
And lo, to see it fading! Where, oh, where
Is caract could endow this princely boon?
Yet I have found it and shall shortly view
The lush high grasses, shortly see in air
Gay birds and hear the bees make heavy droon.
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THE NIGHT THAT LORCA COMES by BOB KAUFMAN
THE MYSTIC RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL
ENTERING THE SOUTH by LUCILLE CLIFTON
SNAPSHOTS OF THE COTTON SOUTH by FRANK MARSHALL DAVIS
JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON
O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON
MY SOUTH: 1. ON THE PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE
MY SOUTH: 3. ON THE FARM by DONALD JUSTICE