Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: Flinging its arc of silver bubbles, quickly shifts the moon Last Line: Over white lakes of cotton, like moonfields on every side. Subject(s): Mississippi River; Rivers | ||||||||
Flinging its arc of silver bubbles, quickly shifts the moon From side to side of us as we go down its path; I sit on the deck at midnight and watch it slipping and sliding, Under my tilted chair, like a thin film of spilt water. It is weaving a river of light to take the place of this river; A river where we shall drift all night, then come to rest in its shallows; And then I shall wake from my drowsiness and look down from some dim treetop Over white lakes of cotton, like moonfields on every side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE RIVERS by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA VERMILION FLYCATCHER, SAN PEDRO RIVER, ARIZONA by MARGARET ATWOOD THE PORCH OVER THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY THE RIVER BRIDGED AND FORGOT by WENDELL BERRY ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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