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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TENNIS, by FRANK ERNEST HILL Poet's Biography First Line: Men tangled life within a narrow green Last Line: Men weave a rhythmic, swift finality. Subject(s): Competition; Tennis | |||
Men tangled life within a narrow green Rectangle, pared its tumult to the clash Of white, swift balls that players drive or smash, Wary of lines and perilous net between. The challenge streaks across the web of cord; The bronze arm swings its resonant Yes or No, Shifting in zig-zag drama, blow by blow, The score that paints the battle on the board. The builder swings his tower to touch a cloud And wonders is it well with cloud and tower; The soldier doubts his war, the priest the loud Drone of his creed; here for a little hour, Of grass and net and bronze arm swinging free Men weave a rhythmic, swift finality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TENNIS TROPHY by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ON THE TENNIS COURT AT NIGHT by GALWAY KINNELL A SUBALTERN'S LOVE-SONG by JOHN BETJEMAN THE MIDNIGHT TENNIS MATCH by THOMAS LUX A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FIVES'-COURT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TWO SEASONS by CLARENCE BLENDON BURLEIGH |
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