Dusk over the lake, clouds floating heat lightning a nightmare behind branches; from the swamp the odor of cedar and fern, the long circular wail of the loon - the plump bird aches for fish for night to come down. Then it becomes so dark and still that I shatter the moon with an oar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |