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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOMELAND, by DANA BURNET Poet's Biography First Line: My land was the west land; my home was on the hill Last Line: But I am at my mother's knee, a little lad again. Subject(s): Home; Childhood Memories | |||
My land was the west land; my home was on the hill, I never think of my land but it makes my heart to thrill; I never smell the west wind that blows the golden skies, But old desire is in my feet and dreams are in my eyes. My home crowned the high land; it had a stately grace. I never think of my land but I see my mother's face; I never smell the west wind that blows the silver ships But old delight is in my heart and mirth is on my lips. My land was a high land; my home was near the skies. I never think of my land but a light is in my eyes; I never smell the west wind that blows the summer rain -- But I am at my mother's knee, a little lad again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMAGINED COPPERHEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THINKING OF THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL HELP ME TO SALT, HELP ME TO SORROW by JUDY JORDAN THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE THE DOGWOOD THE ANSWER by ROBERT KELLY A BOY GOES INTO THE WORLD by JANE KENYON DRAWING FROM THE PAST by JANE KENYON THE POOL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |
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