Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR), by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: From lynton when you drive to porlock Last Line: Shoot honey-tongued quintessence of july! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
From Lynton when you drive to Porlock, Just take old Tempus by the forelock -- In any case, don't hurry; time and tide -- Of course -- I know. But, where the roads divide, Upon the moor, Be sure To shun the via dextra, And choose the marvellous ride (One half-hour extra) That zigzags to a gate Nigh Porlock town -- O, it is great, That strip of Channel sea, Backed with the prime of English Arcady! It is not that the heather rushes In mad tumultuous flushes (Trickling's the word I'd use); But O, the greens and blues And browns whereon the crimson dwells; The buds, the bells; The drop from arch to arch Of pine and larch; The scented glooms where soft sun-fainting culvers Elude the eye, And fox-gloves, like innumerous-celled revolvers Shoot honey-tongued quintessence of July! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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