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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VESSEL, by ROSALIND TRAVERS First Line: She dashed up the river Last Line: By the old stone quay. Subject(s): Boats | |||
SHE dashed up the river, All her ruddy sail Filled full with the quiver Of the deep-sea gale; Like the russet pinion That bears a magic swan, Who has the whole dominion Of sea to ride upon. The billows of her going Beat across the stream, As she swept up, glowing In the mild sun's gleam. Like a tropic, splendid Bird of flame to see! —Till her flight was ended By the old stone quay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE POEM FOR THE SEVENTH DAY by EVE MERRIAM MISSING THE BOAT by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE BLESSING THE BOATS (AT ST. MARY'S) by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CONSUMPTIVE by ROSALIND TRAVERS |
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