Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FISHER'S BOY, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Recitation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My life is like a stroll upon the beach Last Line: And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew. Variant Title(s): Upon The Beach Subject(s): Seashore; Beach; Coast; Shore | ||||||||
MY life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go; My tardy steps its waves sometimes o'er-reach, Sometimes I stay to let them overflow. My sole employment is, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, -- Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which Ocean kindly to my hand confides. I have but few companions on the shore: They scorn the strand who sail upon the sea; Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed o'er Is deeper known upon the strand to me. The middle sea contains no crimson dulse, Its deeper waves cast up no pearls to view; Along the shore my hand is on its pulse, And I converse with many a shipwrecked crew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES |
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