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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLIGHT, by MARGARET ANNIS BELL First Line: Yesterday I ran away Last Line: Of angels held fast in our hands. | |||
Yesterday I ran away To play with the gods. They carried me high Where the cool-fingered sky Brushed our cheeks; and the peaks Flattened low, held their snow Like pillows for a lonely head. Faintly we heard The voice of a bird From the tip of our ship; And his song soared along Like a heart in the whirr of our wings. A radiant world Was swiftly unfurled At our feet; and the heat Of the sun as we spun Made a dancing, a shimmering haze. Lakes and streams Were silvery gleams, Strips of bright slips; And the trees were like seas Of malachite carved by a God. Down with the feel Of earth to our keel; With Heaven, like leaven, Light in our hearts; and the darts Of angels held fast in our hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A COMMENT ON COMMENT IN GENERAL CONFESSION OF SINS, IN CHURCH LITURGY by JOHN BYROM |
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