Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CAMPFIRE, by MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON First Line: Until that eve I never knew you Last Line: Just you and I: outside the night! Subject(s): Camping; Fire; Camps; Summer Camps | ||||||||
UNTIL that eve I never knew you; It had been weariest of days, Some homely trivial errand drew you Into my campfire's blaze. You, who like me had paused to rest Upon the trail of your far quest. You knelt to stir the sullen embers; The light caught cheek and chin and brow How dear the soul of love remembers! Why I can see you even now The wearied mystery of your eyes, Deep shadowed as the circling skies; Can see the desert, silent, lonely, The camp beside its brackish well, All dream-like, dim, in which two only Seemed set apart by some strange spell. Within a magic ring of light Just you and I: outside the night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH LOVELY ROCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS THE SUMMER-CANP BUS PULLS AWAY FROM THE CURB by SHARON OLDS COUNTRYSIDE CAMP by CLARENCE MAJOR AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN GREEN by LINDA PASTAN THE LIGHTS IN THE SKY ARE STARS: THE GREAT NEBULA OF ANDROMEDA by KENNETH REXROTH MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD GERVAIS (KILLED AT THE DARDANELLES) by MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON |
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