First memory of swimming underwater: eggs of frogs hanging in diaphanous clumps from green lily pad stems; at night in the tent I heard the father of it all booming and croaking in the reeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER LITTLE MATTIE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HINT TO CHRISTIAN POETS by JOHN BYROM MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 3. SEPARATION OF LOVERS by THOMAS CAREW |