Yes as alike as entirely You my father I see That high Greenock tenement And whole shipyarded front. As alike as a memory early Of 'The Bonny Earl o'Moray' Fiddled in our high kitchen Over the sleeping town These words this one night Feed us and will not Leave us without our natures Inheriting new fires. The March whinfires let fall From the high Greenock hill A word fetched so bright Out of the forehead that A fraction's wink and I And my death change round softly. My birth and I so softly Change round the outward journey. Entirely within the fires And winter-harried natures Of your each year, the still Foundered man is the oracle Tented within his early Friendships. And he'll reply To us locked in our song. This night this world falling Across the kindling skies Takes over over our bodies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT FROM HIDDEN SOURCE by JEAN ANDERSON SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |