Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TROPICS, by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN Poet's Biography First Line: Love we the warmth and light of tropic Last Line: Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease. Subject(s): Tropics | ||||||||
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands, The strange bright fruit, the feathery fan-spread leaves, The glowing mornings and the mellow eves, The strange shells scattered on the golden sands, The curious handiwork of Eastern hands, The little carts ambled by humpbacked beeves, The narrow outrigged native boat which cleaves, Unscathed, the surf outside the coral strands. Love we the blaze of color, the rich red Of broad tiled-roof and turban, the bright green Of plantain-frond and paddy-field, nor dread The fierceness of the noon. The sky serene, The chill-less air, quaint sights, and tropic trees, Seem like a dream fulfilled of lotus-ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE LATIN AMERICAN HARP: 1. NIGHTFALL IN THE TROPICS by FELIX RUBEN GARCIA SARMIENTO TO THE TORRID ZONE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS A CHRISTMAS LETTER FROM AUSTRALIA by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN CHARLES II: REFRAIN by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN SALOPIA INHOSPITALIS by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN SUNSET ON THE CUNIMBLA VALLEY, BLUE MOUNTAINS by DOUGLAS BROOKE WHEELTON SLADEN ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON |
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