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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHT IN CAMP, by HERBERT BASHFORD First Line: Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead Last Line: The darkness pushing down upon the land. Subject(s): Camping; Camps; Summer Camps | |||
FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; over-head Gaunt maples lift long arms against the night; The stars are sobbing, -- sorrow-shaken, white, And high they hang, or show sad eyes grown red With weeping for their queen, -- the moon, just dead. Black shadows backward reel when tall and bright The broad flames stand and fling a golden light On mats of soft green moss around us spread. A sudden breeze comes in from off the sea, The vast, old forest draws a troubled breath, A leaf awakens; up the shore of sand The slow tide, silver-lipped, creeps noiselessly; The campfire dies; then silence deep as death; The darkness pushing down upon the land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH LOVELY ROCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS THE SUMMER-CANP BUS PULLS AWAY FROM THE CURB by SHARON OLDS COUNTRYSIDE CAMP by CLARENCE MAJOR AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN GREEN by LINDA PASTAN THE LIGHTS IN THE SKY ARE STARS: THE GREAT NEBULA OF ANDROMEDA by KENNETH REXROTH MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD |
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