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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLIGHT, by MARGARET ANNIS BELL First Line: Yesterday I ran away Last Line: Of angels held fast in our hands. | |||
Yesterday I ran away To play with the gods. They carried me high Where the cool-fingered sky Brushed our cheeks; and the peaks Flattened low, held their snow Like pillows for a lonely head. Faintly we heard The voice of a bird From the tip of our ship; And his song soared along Like a heart in the whirr of our wings. A radiant world Was swiftly unfurled At our feet; and the heat Of the sun as we spun Made a dancing, a shimmering haze. Lakes and streams Were silvery gleams, Strips of bright slips; And the trees were like seas Of malachite carved by a God. Down with the feel Of earth to our keel; With Heaven, like leaven, Light in our hearts; and the darts Of angels held fast in our hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE CONFESSIONS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MAIDEN'S IDEAL OF A HUSBAND by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'I'LL HAVE MY LOVE, OR I'LL HAVE ONE' by PATRICK CAREY |
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