Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WIND FROM THE SEA, by JOSE-MARIA DE HEREDIA (1842-1905) Poet's Biography First Line: Garden and wold by winter's hand are gript Last Line: The bud that in america was blown. Subject(s): Atlantic Ocean; Sea; Wind; Ocean | ||||||||
GARDEN and wold by Winter's hand are gript. All things lie dead. Over the rock's dull gray The Atlantic rollers break in endless spray. The withered petals from the stem are stript. Yet do I feel an odour honey-dipt Blown from the sea about my nostril play Kindling my heart-ache for the far away; From what strange land has this sweet perfume slipt? Nay, but I know. Three thousand leagues it flew Out from the West, where the Antilles blue Swoon in the ardour of the tropic zone; And I upon this surf-beat Breton strand Have breathed the truant breezes that once fanned The bud that in America was blown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS AFTER PETRARCH by JOSE-MARIA DE HEREDIA (1842-1905) |
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