Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE EAGLE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: That white eagle which goes by Last Line: After a cycle's ceaseless strife. Subject(s): Birds; Eagles; Wings | ||||||||
THAT white eagle which goes by Piercing the blue, untrameled sky, It is no bird, though bird it seems, It is the ages' wrought-out dreams. That fine grace which you see there, Riding the swift tides of the air, How to the senses it doth please! That is the grace of the centuries. And that speed which bears it far, Till but a speck is its white car, That is the speed which came to life After a cycle's ceaseless strife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTATE SALE: THE SCRABBLE GAME OF A DEAD WOMAN by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER THE BIRD IN THE LAUREL'S SONG by ELEANOR WILNER THE LITERAL = THE ABSTRACT: A DEMONSTRATION by ELEANOR WILNER A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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