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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 HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS THE YEARS TO BE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT AND FUSELI by ROBERT BROWNING |
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