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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AS SEEN FROM MY WINDOWS, by ELLIE WILCOX BURT First Line: Changing daily, panoramas Last Line: Unfold daily for my pleasure. | |||
Changing daily, panoramas Are unfolded for my pleasure.... Foothills of the great Olympics Sometimes dour in black or purple, Sometimes wearing tam-o-shanters Of snow-fleece, as I look Westward: Set in beautiful surroundings Are the Capitol's state buildings In architectonic groupings On a plateau by the river: This, my vista looking southward. To the North the rippling waters Of fair Puget Sound flow, striving, For their goal, the blue Pacific. East, I overlook the city And the busy docks where freighters Load and unload costly cargoes. On the slope, homes dot the landscape Vieing with the heavens at nightfall With their many lights a-twinkle; Beyond these, austere and rugged, Rise the mighty Cascade mountains. As a giant among pygmies Mt. Rainier above them towers. Stately trees adorn the landscape; Flowers bloom throughout the winter. Matters not in which direction I gaze, changing panoramas Unfold daily for my pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN |
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