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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFRICAN VIOLETS, by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG First Line: How the wind shrieks! Last Line: Of far-off africa. Subject(s): Africa; Flowers; Jungles; Travel; Violets; Journeys; Trips | |||
How the wind shrieks! The fury of the gale Bends the great oaks Until their branches sway Like slender, waving arms Sent everywhere By the wild whim Of untamed, restless winds. Here, on my desk, Oblivious of the storm, Blue blossoms, Nestled in green, furry leaves, Breathe the still peace Of distant jungle lands. Secure in their adopted habitat, They wrap the room in stillness So complete That the shrill shrieking Of the winter winds Fades into distance. There is one I know, Whose presence Is as glowing and serene As these blue flowers Of far-off Africa. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A YOUNG CHIEF RETURNS by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG |
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