Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOR A GOLDEN PHEASANT, by GENE BOARDMAN HOOVER First Line: All that remains of your bright animation Last Line: And for his vast amusement you must die! Subject(s): Pheasants | ||||||||
All that remains of your bright animation Are these bronze feathers glinting in the sun; Your gold-flecked wings are folded as if wooden, Stilled by the ruthless thunder of a gun. No more the uplands or the meadows call you; No more your amber eyes reflect the sky... There stalks upon the earth a blood-crazed creature, And for his vast amusement you must die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANKS FOR A GIFT OF PHEASANTS by WILLIAM COWPER PHEASANT IN PROFILE by GORDON LECLAIRE THE COCK PHEASANT by ROBERTA ROBERTSON HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY CLOSING DISTANCES by PAUL MARTIN DARK HOUSE by GENE BOARDMAN HOOVER |
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