THE curly white cloud loves the sky; It stays up there ''" so high, so high. Until the earth sends up a call, "I'm thirsty, cloud, O, fall, please fall!" The flower children all around Cry up: "Dear cloud, come to the ground," And so, the cloud says: "Good-by, Sky, I'll come again ''" so high, so high." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |