Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET, by JAMES PLAYSTED WOOD


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SONNET, by                    
First Line: I might have been a hawk's scream, harsh
Last Line: And tremble round the cynic laws of chance.
Subject(s): Rain


I might have been a hawk's scream, harsh and slow,
The plaint that's in the whip-poor-will's still cry,
Six turning flakes of this down-drifting snow
Or neat track of a fox gone stealthy by
The hill field's rim. I might have been the rain,
March rain and cold or April rain and sweet,
Or scent of hay in June or faster stain
Across the light of speed to make it fleet.
Why on this earth? As well I might have been
Far darkness in the starry vast of space,
But I am quick and man, all these have seen.
I am them all and love for this my place.
Berkshire is mine while atoms, planets, dance
And tremble round the cynic laws of chance.





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