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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRIFT, by ANNA HOLM POGUE First Line: High, high / the illimitable power of dashing waves Last Line: And change is slow.... | |||
High, high, The illimitable power of dashing waves Has strewn the rocks With bleaching trunks of giant forest monarchs. We cannot know on what far shore The seed-begetting cones Of these huge conifers Fell from their parent stems; Nor can we see, except in dreams, The waving, wind-tossed boughs That once were raised -- Green supplicating arms -- Petitioning their Maker For needed sun and rain. Beheaded, shorn, they lie awaiting burial. Perhaps all silently they pray The thunder-god will send his fire bolts To hasten their disintegration; For time is long -- long -- And change is slow.... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELLING HER ENGAGEMENT RING by KAREN SWENSON AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SWORD OF CASTRUCCIO CASTRACANI by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. O JOY DIVINE OF FRIENDS by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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