Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAND OWNER, by GRACE KEELAN First Line: To a high place that looks all ways Last Line: Of soil and toil to make my yield. Subject(s): Property; Possessions | ||||||||
To a high place that looks all ways I climb at dawn's first stir, for praise Of the four far-spaced pylons Of emptiness -- the horizons; Of clouds' imponderous blending, Ramping winds and hawks ascending; Of the silver planets' singing Atoms against atoms ringing; Of steady lamps, stars' old burning, Of the great white sun upturning; Of wages paid, strife for content, Of strong earth in time quiescent. Then I go down into my field Of soil and toil to make my yield. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE; CHAMBER AND SOUL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON GETTING AND SPENDING by LINDA GREGERSON LEGAL FICTION by WILLIAM EMPSON |
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