Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE ROADS, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The road winds onward long and white Last Line: And the best of earth is here! Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
The road winds onward long and white, It curves in mazy coils, and crooks A beckoning finger down the height; It calls me with the voice of brooks To thirsty travellers in the night. I leave the lonely city street, The awful silence of the crowd; The rhythm of the roads I beat, My blood leaps up, I shout aloud, My heart keeps measure with my feet. A bird sings something in my ear, The wind sings in my blood a song 'Tis good at times for a man to hear; The road winds onward white and long, And the best of Earth is here! | 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 NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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