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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A WILD DUCK, by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON First Line: Dusk - and you float, serene Last Line: Only a hunter's prize! Subject(s): Ducks; Hunting; Mallards; Drakes; Hunters | |||
Dusk -- and you float, serene, Down to your resting place. Night. Now you fold your wings, Safe, where tall tules lace. Dawn. In the air you rise, Happy and free, to wing -- Death bursts a thousand ways, As guns so loudly ring. Peace from the marsh has fled, Lost is tranquility. Gone is your loving mate, Lonely your life would be. Sunset. The marsh is still; Lifeless, no more you rise. Folded your shining wing -- Only a hunter's prize! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON |
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