Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOLLOW, by HUMBERT WOLFE Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA AT PAYNE HOLLOW by WENDELL BERRY A DREAM OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS by ROBERT BLY THE GAIETY OF FORM by ROBERT BLY INSIDE GERTRUDE STEIN by LYNN EMANUEL WHO IS SHE KIDDING by LYNN EMANUEL |
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