Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLIFFS, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The loudest sound that burdens here the breeze Last Line: As little as may be to share the extacy. Subject(s): Sound | ||||||||
The loudest sound that burdens here the breeze Is the wood's whisper; 'tis when we choose to list Audible sound, and when we list not, It is calm profound. Tongues were provided But to vex the ear with superficial thoughts. When deeper thoughts upswell, the jarring discord Of harsh speech is hushed, and senses seem As little as may be to share the extacy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOUND IS LIKE ANY OTHER by DAVID IGNATOW NATURAL MUSIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE WHAT THE MOTORCYCLE SAID by MONA VAN DUYN THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE DRAGON VEIN by ANNE CARSON CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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