LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. Let 'em hawk their caw and caw. Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump. He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of years And the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head. Let his red head drum and drum. Let the dark pools hold the birds in a looking-glass. And if the pool wishes, let it shiver to the blur of many wings, old swimmers from old places. Let the redwing streak a line of vermillion on the green wood lines. And the mist along the river fix its purple in lines of a woman's shawl on lazy shoulders. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ROCOCO by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BURNING STRAWPILES by EVA K. ANGLESBURG COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES |