Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE POET, by HENRY JAMES (20TH CENTURY)


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First Line: When whistling winds sweep down the village street
Last Line: As long as he pursues the leaves as moo cows.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Sonnet (as Literary Form)


When whistling winds sweep down the village street,
Attended by a whirling crowd of leaves,
And he imagines them as western beeves
Rushing to be slaughtered for their meat;
Think not too harshly of his idle dreams,
Give him a good stout-handled iron rake
To chase his galloping steers across the lake
Made by the rain in ruts of passing teams.
He might have been a cowboy on the plains,
With leather chaps and big ten-gallon hat,
Rustling Texan cattle for all that,
Or even daring to rob prairie trains.
The dreamer never lands in city hoosegows,
As long as he pursues the leaves as moo cows.





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