Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROBIN, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When up aloft / I fly and fly Last Line: Feathery ball! Subject(s): Robins | ||||||||
WHEN up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, And chink and prink. When winter frost Makes earth as steel I search and search But find no meal, And most unhappy Then I feel. But when it lasts, And snows still fall, I get to feel No grief at all, For I turn to a cold stiff Feathery ball! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROBIN IN JANUARY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER HUMAN, AVIAN, VEGETABLE, BLOOD by KENNETH REXROTH THE BROWN VEST by BARBARA GUEST A ROBIN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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