Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RHYTHM, by AMY BOWER First Line: Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand Last Line: And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | ||||||||
Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand; They floated, dipped, on an unvaried course, In single movement, as at a command From some unseen but deep, resistless force. While on the rocks below, the pounding waves Each at its proper moment bombed the shore, And sand blew whirring into kelp-strewn caves In tuneful time with the Pacific's roar. The wind, the waves, the sand, the flying geese, Reflect the cadences of perfect grace; They hum a song, that grand old masterpiece Of turning earth revolving in its space. They yield to purpose in an ordered way And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | Other Poems of Interest...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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