Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ORIOLE AND POET, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Little bird of the bruised wing Last Line: Thy sorrow shall teach me how to sing. Subject(s): Orioles | ||||||||
LITTLE bird of the bruised wing, Swept to the shelter of my door, Torn is thy nest in the willow swing. Hast thou forgotten how to sing? Shall thy flash be seen in the green no more? Come, let me bind up the bruised wing. At my open cage-door linger long. And if for a while near the willow swing There be one bird less, there'll be no less song: Thy sorrow shall teach me how to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORIOLE SONG by MARION PELTON GUILD A SONG IN JUNE by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 289 by HAN SHAN THE ORIOLE by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR BALTIMORE ORIOLE by SARA V. PRUESER SIR ORIOLE by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS ZENITH: WALKER CREEK 3. MAKING MUCH OF ORIOLES by PETER DAVISON AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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