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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AS SEEN FROM MY WINDOWS, by ELLIE WILCOX BURT First Line: Changing daily, panoramas Last Line: Unfold daily for my pleasure. | |||
Changing daily, panoramas Are unfolded for my pleasure.... Foothills of the great Olympics Sometimes dour in black or purple, Sometimes wearing tam-o-shanters Of snow-fleece, as I look Westward: Set in beautiful surroundings Are the Capitol's state buildings In architectonic groupings On a plateau by the river: This, my vista looking southward. To the North the rippling waters Of fair Puget Sound flow, striving, For their goal, the blue Pacific. East, I overlook the city And the busy docks where freighters Load and unload costly cargoes. On the slope, homes dot the landscape Vieing with the heavens at nightfall With their many lights a-twinkle; Beyond these, austere and rugged, Rise the mighty Cascade mountains. As a giant among pygmies Mt. Rainier above them towers. Stately trees adorn the landscape; Flowers bloom throughout the winter. Matters not in which direction I gaze, changing panoramas Unfold daily for my pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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