Pole your three winged galleons ride your thousand-mile stallions you still won't reach my home it's called @3the darkest wild@1 my cave is on a distant ridge clouds and thunder last all day I'm not Master Confucius I have nothing to convey | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN MOUNT RUSHMORE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SLIPPER TIME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 11. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |