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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WASTED MORNING, by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN Poet's Biography Last Line: And let god's free verse sing to me. Subject(s): Animals | |||
I WASTED a morning! Where? And why? I let swift hours go silently by, As I lay at the foot of an ancient tree, And let God's universe talk to me. Wind and shadow, cloud and bird, Spoke each to my heart a musical word. The little brown cone that fell on my cheek, The squirrel who mocked with an impudent squeak, The golden mushroom brimmed with death, The twin-flower blessing the air with its breath; Old spider spinning above my head A magical dream with her rainbow thread; The liliput vases of moss below; The sudden caw of a picket crow; The rhythmical green of a supple snake Quivering into a lair of brake; The grumbling bee, the whispering pine -- What need had they for a word of mine? They lived the poem; they wove the spell No tongue could utter, no phrases tell; And a human voice could but disgrace The eloquent stillness of the place. So I lay at the foot of the ancient tree, And let God's free verse sing to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANTIC MOMENTS by TONY HOAGLAND INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL THE ANIMALS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE PRESENCES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES BESTIARY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY |
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