Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HOLLOW, by HUMBERT WOLFE



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First Line: No one plays in the hollow. Here / are no explorers. The traders in fur
Last Line: No one plays there -- except the wind.
Subject(s): Play


NO one plays in the Hollow. Here
are no explorers. The traders in fur
trade no more dreams. Sir Bedivere
has broken the brand Excalibur.

No Mowgli, crouching in a thicket,
watches Shere Khan, nor wonders if
he wouldn't rather bat first wicket,
like J. T. Brown with Tunnicliffe.

Long John Silver has found the Island,
where all men leave their treasure behind.
There are no children now in my land;
no one plays there -- except the wind.





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