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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RHYTHM, by AMY BOWER First Line: Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand Last Line: And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | |||
Wild geese flew south along a rocky strand; They floated, dipped, on an unvaried course, In single movement, as at a command From some unseen but deep, resistless force. While on the rocks below, the pounding waves Each at its proper moment bombed the shore, And sand blew whirring into kelp-strewn caves In tuneful time with the Pacific's roar. The wind, the waves, the sand, the flying geese, Reflect the cadences of perfect grace; They hum a song, that grand old masterpiece Of turning earth revolving in its space. They yield to purpose in an ordered way And build the rhythmic circle of a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 3. GENOA by ALBERTA BANCROFT THE TRUE LOVE-KNOTT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 143 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CHILD'S GRAVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A HINT TO A YOUNG PERSON, .. IMPROVEMENT, BY READING OR CONVERSATION by JOHN BYROM |
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