Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEA MEADOWS, by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG First Line: I love all meadows Last Line: Reaching to the sea. Subject(s): Fields; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
I love all meadows, But I long to be Near tawny meadows Running to the sea; Stretching their broad arms To enfold once more The shy, restless waves That creep to the shore. Great tawny meadows Swirled by every breeze, Greenish-gold meadows Barren of all trees. Sheltered from the reach Of disturbing hands, Mysterious and moist, Wild, untrodden lands. Rose-hued, lush meadows, At the sunset hour Holding for the sea A rich, secret dower. Marshy wide meadows On whose broad sweep Tiny waves creep in To rest and sleep. I love all meadows But I long to be Near tawny meadows Reaching to the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL A YOUNG CHIEF RETURNS by ELEANOR G. R. YOUNG |
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