Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUNDAY ESCAPE, by BARBARA HIRSHFELD First Line: Away we go / with the snow in our eyes Last Line: A hopeful heart that sings. Subject(s): Vacation | ||||||||
Away we go With the snow in our eyes Spreading along the rise Of mountain peaks Too far to feel Biting of chill-touched air, Rushing where blossoms flare A sudden white On early-wakened boughs. Markings of many ploughs Disturb the green Softening the brown hills Where the small creature drills His endless holes. Inside there is a reaching out, A feeling for these things, A moment's quieting of doubt, A hopeful heart that sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUFFALO - ISLE OF WIGHT POWER CABLE by ANSELM HOLLO WHEN THE VACATION IS OVER FOR GOOD by MARK STRAND BACK FROM VACATION by JOHN UPDIKE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. KESSLER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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