Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARCHER, by CRAWFORD WILLIAMS Poet's Biography First Line: I saw the bowman bend his straining arc Last Line: Sings its short song. . . . How little space is spanned! Subject(s): Arrows | ||||||||
I saw the bowman bend his straining arc, Place on the string a shaft of varied hue, And call an urchin playing in the park To try, to please him, if his aim be true. The child, exerting all his puny strength, Laughing, drew the "pretty" to his cheek, Released the twanging string; then ran to seek The arrow where it fell -- at no great length. Life is a bended bow, -- our soul the shaft, Well-notched, set to the string with master craft, And placed a moment in our infant hand: Simply, delighted with the gaudy lure, We draw; the arrow, wavering, weak, unsure, Sings its short song. . . . How little space is spanned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE LITTLE MOUTHFUL by ANNE CARSON THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW I'VE GOT AN ARROW HERE by EMILY DICKINSON LUCIFER SINGS IN SECRET by ELINOR WYLIE ILL-TEMPERED LOVER, SELECTION by LOUIS ALEXANDER MACKAY ARROW MAKER by CHAPMAN JAMES MILLING THE ARROW-KING by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER UNDER A WINGED CUPID by ANONYMOUS IN MEMORIAM DYLAN THOMAS by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |
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