Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. It began in the half-light While we walked through the dawn chorus After a party that lasted all night, With the blackbird, the wood-pigeon, The song-thrush taking a bludgeon To a snail, our taking each other's hand As if the whole world lay before us | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) LONDON VOLUNTARIES: 3. SCHERZANDO by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |