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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHALLENGE, by JANIE SMITH RHYNE First Line: My attic is strewn with rubbish Last Line: And swing out on a comet's tail! | |||
My attic is strewn with rubbish -- Broken adventurings. My wood-yard is heaped with wreckage -- Twisted aeroplane wings. When Life, like a teasing woman, Flings a "Follow-me-if-you-dare!" In a trice I have snapped my moorings To fly with a "devil-may-care." Now, slow brown seeds are sprouting Within my garden patch And plump gray pigeons nesting Beneath my eaves of thatch; But, tonight, should that taunting challenge Blow in on a hissing gale, I'd chuck my pipe at my watch-dog And swing out on a comet's tail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BECAUSE MY HEART IS YOUNG by JANIE SMITH RHYNE SONG FOR MIDDLE YEARS by JANIE SMITH RHYNE SUN-DOWN SONG by JANIE SMITH RHYNE TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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