The going of the glade-boat The going of the glade-boat Is like water flowing; Is like water flowing; Like water flowing Like water flowing Through the green saw-grass, Through the green saw-grass, Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows Under the rainbows That are like birds, That are like birds, Turning, bedizened, Turning, bedizened, While the wind still whistles While the wind still whistles As kildeer do, As kildeer do, When they rise When they rise At the red turban At the red turban Of the boatman. Of the boatman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |