Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WEEK-END SONNET: 7, by HAROLD MONRO


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

WEEK-END SONNET: 7, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The fresh air moves like water round a boat
Last Line: But, far and near: 'cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!'?
Subject(s): Friendship


The fresh air moves like water round a boat.
The white clouds wander. Let us wander too.
The whining, wavering plover flap and float.
That crow is flying after that cuckoo.
Look! Look!... They're gone. What are the great trees calling?
Just come a little farther, by that edge
Of green, to where the stormy ploughland, falling
Wave upon wave, is lapping to the hedge.
Oh, what a lovely bank! Give me your hand.
Lie down and press your heart against the ground.
Let us both listen till we understand,
Each through the other, every natural sound....
I can't hear anything to-day, can you,
But, far and near: 'Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!'?





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net