Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CAGED COYOTE, by ALEX R. SCHMIDT First Line: Coil-padded, every thew a close-wound spring Last Line: Can hold this streak of lunging, plunging fire. Subject(s): Cages; Coyotes | ||||||||
Coil-padded, every thew a close-wound spring, Geared to a dynamo fed by the moon, He lopes, a tireless gait: a hurrying, Fear-stricken brute, alien to the high noon. Unpausing, the lean flanks pulse like a clock, A facing, turning, facing, never still; A prisoner, he raids a foothill flock, He hears a fat sheep bleating in the kill. The bars that keep him cannot keep his flight, He must be friendless, pactless, shareless, strange, And hurtle, frothed and hot, into the night, Shrilling the pack call from black ridge to range. No lock, no mesh of twisted, woven wire Can hold this streak of lunging, plunging fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL MY ENEMY by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE COYOTE by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. COYOTE NO. 1 by JAMES HARRISON GEO-BESTIARY: 33 by JAMES HARRISON COYOTE [OR, THE PRAIRIE WOLF] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE DESERT by HENRY (HARRY) HERBERT KNIBBS THREE DEER AND ONE COYOTE RUNNING IN THE SNOW by GARY SYNDER BY MY OWN SWEAT by ALEX R. SCHMIDT |
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