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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPIN, by H. BABCOCK First Line: The whole plane rises in an effort Last Line: From the spinning touch upon the dusty field. Subject(s): Aviation & Aviators; Airplanes; Air Pilots | |||
The whole plane rises in an effort . . . The rush of wind is bated as a breath -- One split second . . . The wing drops viciously! Then screams earthward with a flashing fin Whirling skyward ... Down! Down, downward, in a spin! Every white demon in the sky Lends the trembling struts their terrible cry A burst of white, a cloud is ripped asunder. The earth leaps upward with a fiendish whine . . . The throttle's snapped! -- the engine cuts in thunder -- A straight drop earthward in a line . . . Then to flatten out with neutralized controls, With whispering wires like panic-stricken souls Moaning in their strange deliverance, Sweeping low across the boundary fence; While dust puffs up beneath a wheel From the spinning touch upon the dusty field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEARNERS by RANDALL JARRELL AERO-LAUGHTER by ROBERT MCALMON CONSUMMATION by ROBERT MCALMON NAVY FIELD by WILLIAM MEREDITH READING MY POEMS FROM WORLD WAR II by WILLIAM MEREDITH LONELY EAGLES by MARILYN NELSON SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK |
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