The fishing on the swamp is fine if slightly tragic the big dark birds fall out of the sky and hit the turbid water with a dead baby plop like the words "dark green" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP |