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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEYOND THE RED RIVER, by THOMAS MCGRATH Poet's Biography
First Line: The birds have flown their summer skies to the south
Last Line: Where the prairie is starting to shake in the surf of the winter dark
Subject(s): Prairies; Rivers; Plains
First Line: The birds have flown their summer skies to the south
Last Line: Where the prairie is starting to shake in the surf of the winter dark
Subject(s): Prairies; Rivers; Plains
The birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass
Which the bumble bee has abandoned. We wait for a winter lion,
Body of ice-crystals and sombrero of dead leaves.
A month ago, from the salt engines of the sea,
A machinery of early storms rolled toward the holiday houses
Where summer still dozed in the pool-side chairs, sipping
An aging whiskey of distances and departures.
Now the long freight of autumn goes smoking out of the land.
My possibles are all packed up, but still I do not leave.
I am happy enough here, where Dakota drifts wild in the universe,
Where the prairie is starting to shake in the surf of the winter dark.
Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org
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