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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAND DRIFT, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I thought I should not walk these dunes again Last Line: Lost in the blowing sand, long, long ago. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. | |||
I thought I should not walk these dunes again, Nor feel the sting of this wind-bitten sand, Where the coarse grasses always blow one way, Bent, as my thoughts are, by an unseen hand. I have returned; where the last wave rushed up The wet sand is a mirror for the sky A bright blue instant, and along its sheen The nimble sandpipers run twinkling by. Nothing has changed; with the same hollow thunder The waves die in their everlasting snow -- Only the place we sat is drifted over, Lost in the blowing sand, long, long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE |
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