Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDDAY, by PASCAL D'ANGELO First Line: The road is like a little child running ahead of me Last Line: Of silence. Subject(s): Roads; Paths; Trails | ||||||||
The road is like a little child running ahead of me and then hiding behind a curve -- Perhaps to surprise me when I reach there. The sun has built a nest of light under the eaves of noon; A lark drops down from the cloudless sky Like a singing arrow, wet with blue, sped from the bow of space. But my eyes pierce the soft azure, far, far beyond, To where roam eternal lovers Along the broad blue ways Of silence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL BY DIFFERENT PATHS by MARVIN BELL DRIVING HOME by MADELINE DEFREES ART IS PARALLEL TO NATURE by CLARENCE MAJOR HIGHWAY 2, ILLINOIS by LISEL MUELLER |
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