Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AS SEEN FROM MY WINDOWS, by ELLIE WILCOX BURT First Line: Changing daily, panoramas Last Line: Unfold daily for my pleasure. | ||||||||
Changing daily, panoramas Are unfolded for my pleasure.... Foothills of the great Olympics Sometimes dour in black or purple, Sometimes wearing tam-o-shanters Of snow-fleece, as I look Westward: Set in beautiful surroundings Are the Capitol's state buildings In architectonic groupings On a plateau by the river: This, my vista looking southward. To the North the rippling waters Of fair Puget Sound flow, striving, For their goal, the blue Pacific. East, I overlook the city And the busy docks where freighters Load and unload costly cargoes. On the slope, homes dot the landscape Vieing with the heavens at nightfall With their many lights a-twinkle; Beyond these, austere and rugged, Rise the mighty Cascade mountains. As a giant among pygmies Mt. Rainier above them towers. Stately trees adorn the landscape; Flowers bloom throughout the winter. Matters not in which direction I gaze, changing panoramas Unfold daily for my pleasure. | Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET AND SUNRISE by EMILY DICKINSON ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY TO ROBERT SOUTHEY by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS |
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