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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO JACK LONDON, by JOSE BOSLEY
First Line: Your ashes lie high on our sacred sonoma hills
Last Line: While youth is still on earth.
Subject(s): London, Jack (1876-1916)
First Line: Your ashes lie high on our sacred sonoma hills
Last Line: While youth is still on earth.
Subject(s): London, Jack (1876-1916)
Your ashes lie high on your sacred Sonoma Hills ...
Your spirit is at rest.
Rest?
Every gem-blue wave that flows through the Golden Gate;
Every storm-born billow that rolls to the Orient;
Every snow-choked trail that ends at a cabin door
Resurrects that insurgent spirit which no grave can hold
While youth is still on earth.
Other Poems of Interest...
THE REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI
JACK LONDON AND O.HENRY by CARL SANDBURG
REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI
JACK LONDON NUTHOUSE by SAMUEL MAIO
JACK LONDON by WILLIAM EDGAR STAFFORD
THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS
AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE
HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE
TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN