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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WILD WOMAN'S LULLABY, by CONSTANCE LINDSAY SKINNER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What shall I sing to thee, babe, on my back Last Line: Hi-I-ri-I-ki! Ri-I-ki! Ri-eek! | |||
What shall I sing to thee, babe, on my back? Song of the Eagle that mates with the storm! Hi-i-ri-i-ki! Ri-eek! The will gale is weeping, driven before him To his nest on the black lone mast of the night; Swinging, swinging, far out, high out, over the sea! Hi-i-ri-i-ki! Ri-eek! Thy father is Eagle-Go-High, chief of thy tribe: Fiercest in war, wisest in council, swiftest in hunting, Harshest and fondest in the tent of his woman; He is my mate! What shall I sing to thee, babe on my back? Song of the wind that is wanton forever! Fleeing forever, luring and weeping, laughing and leaping forever; Calling forever--calling--for the chase of swift wings. For the drive and the smite of wild wings, For the fold of strong wings, For the sleep in warm wings. Oo-o-roo-o-rrr-ufffff-oo! Thy mother is Storm-Dancer, daughter of winds. What are thou, Little Chiefling, babe of my heart? The star that I plucked from the mast of the night, When the wings of thy father outstrove me. Hi-i-ri-i-ki! Ri-eek! Eagle-Go-High, this is thy son,-- He falls asleep, smiling, To the scream of thy nesting-call. Hi-i-ri-i-ki! Ri-i-ki! Ri-eek! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF CRADLE-MAKING by CONSTANCE LINDSAY SKINNER OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SESTINA, IN IMITAION OF SIG. FRA. PETRARCA by PHILIP AYRES BROADCAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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