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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...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK ENVOI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE by ROBERT BURNS ON A FERRY BOAT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 3 by JOHN BYROM |
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