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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROAD TO CAMULOS, by MARGARET R. RICHTER First Line: The road that sun-swept april noon Last Line: Along my road. | |||
The road that sun-swept April noon Was inland bound, Lost to the whispering sea and dune, Aloof to sound. Behind, the granite range broke through A hesitant mist; The mountain-blue and lupine-blue Made amethyst. The lupine-blue ran all the way To Camulos, Where only the wood-dove, white and gray As a shadow, goes. Past lupine-blue and orange scent, Wistaria sheaves Hung wistfully as time long-spent From low long eaves. I came down eucalyptus shade, A passer-by; I heard, through golden light there laid, A peacock cry. He called; he stepped upon the scene -- Strange episode -- One moment drew his train of green Along my road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEAR-RIDDEN by MARGARET R. RICHTER FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. HEMANS by MARIA ABDY PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY |
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