Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DARTMOOR, by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I crossed the furze-grown table-land Last Line: Call down the hiveless swarms. Subject(s): Dartmoor, England; Railroads; Smoke; Travel; Railways; Trains; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
I crossed the furze-grown table-land And neared the northern vales, That lay perspicuously planned In lesser hills and dales. Then, rearward, in a slow review, Fell Dartmoor's jagged lines; Around were dross-heaps, red and blue, Old shafts of gutted mines, Impetuous currents copper-stained, Wheels stream-urged with a roar, Sluice-guiding grooves, strong works that strained With freight of upheaved ore. And then, the train, with shock on shock, Swift rush and birth-scream dire, Grew from the bosom of the rock, And passed in noise and fire. With brazen throb, with vital stroke, It went, far heard, far seen, Setting a track of shining smoke Upon the pastoral green. Then, bright drops, lodged in budding trees, Were loosed in sudden showers, Touched by the novel western breeze, Friend of the backward flowers. Then rose the Church at Tavistock, The rain still falling there; But sunny Dartmoor seemed to mock The gloom with cheerful glare. About the West the gilt vane reeled And poised; and with sweet art, The sudden, jangling changes pealed Until, around my heart, Conceits of brighter times, of times The brighter for past storms, Clung thick as bees, when brazen chimes Call down the hiveless swarms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |
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