I HAVE tried the strength of the salt surf where the last sun leaves the world; I have walked Ontario's lilac lanes, in the late May's wistful weather. I have breasted winds off Labrador where the whole seastrength is hurled; I have bound, high up in the Selkirks, blue and gold flowers together. I have roamed in lands where blue lakes gleam like the fallen tears of gods; I have trailed the cold Saskatchewan to the undiscovered places. I have heard the gorse on Beacon Hill breaking their golden pods; I have watched the blue St. Lawrence lave the grim Laurentian bases. I come sun-tanned from a great marauding of wind and wave and tree; And the copper hue of a savage face peers upward through my singing. And all that I love is in my song: the tang of the great West Sea And the loon's laugh and the gull's shriek and the pale star's swinging. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON |