Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BETWEEN THE TRAVELLER AND THE SETTING SUN, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Sparkled to the zun a-zetten Subject(s): Travel | ||||||||
Between the traveller and the setting sun, Upon some drifting sand heap of the shore, A hound stands o'er the carcass of a man. Waters, drough the mefads a-purlen, Glissen'd in the evenen's light, An' smoke, above the town a-curlen, Melted slowly out o' zight; An' there, in glooms Ov unzunn'd rooms, To zome, wi' idle sorrows fretten, Zuns did set avore their zetten. We were out in gefames and refaces, Loud a-laughen, wild in me'th, Wi' windblown hefair, an' zunbrowned fefaces, Lefapen on the high-sky'd e'th, Avore the lights Wer tin'd o' nights, An' while the gossamer's light Sparkled to the zun a-zetten. | 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 WHERE THE TRACK VANISHES by GALWAY KINNELL |
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