Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A QUESTION, by FRANCIS THOMPSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O bird with heart of wassail Last Line: Here's my thought of you. Subject(s): Birds | ||||||||
O BIRD with heart of wassail, That toss the Bacchic branch, And slip your shaken music, An elfin avalanche; Come tell me, O tell me, My poet of the blue! What's your thought of me, Sweet? -- Here's my thought of you. A small thing, a wee thing, A brown fleck of naught; With winging and singing That who could have thought? A small thing, a wee thing, A brown amaze withal, That fly a pitch more azure Because you're so small. Bird, I'm a small thing -- My angel descries; With winging and singing That who could surmise? Ah, small things, ah, wee things, Are the poets all, Whose tour's the more azure Because they're so small. The angels hang watching The tiny men-things: -- 'The dear speck of flesh, see, With such daring wings! 'Come, tell us, O tell us, Thou strange mortality! What's thy thought of us, Dear? -- Here's our thought of thee.' 'Alack! you tall angels, I can't think so high! I can't think what it feels like Not to be I.' Come tell me, O tell me, My poet of the blue! What's your thought of me, Sweet? -- Here's my thought of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON |
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