Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOY OF THE MORNING, by EDWIN MARKHAM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I hear you, little bird Last Line: Nor such a listener. Subject(s): Morning | ||||||||
I HEAR you, little bird, Shouting a-swing above the broken wall. Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all. Sing to my soul in the deep, still wood: 'T is wonderful beyond the wildest word: I'd tell it, too, if I could. Oft when the white still dawn Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I've felt it like a glory in my heart, (The world's mysterious stir) But had no throat like yours, my bird, Nor such a listener. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING SONG by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON POEM BEFORE BREAKFAST by TED KOOSER I'VE BEEN ASLEEP by PHILIP LEVINE SPRNG DAY: BREAKFAST TABLE by AMY LOWELL |
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