THE rolling earth stops As I climb to the summit, Then like a plummet It suddenly drops... Down, down I go— Past rippling acres; Hillsides like breakers Over me flow. Wildly alive I hail the green shimmer, Fresh as a swimmer After the dive. Like banners unfurled The skies dip and flourish— The keen breezes nourish, While the bright world Is a ribbon unrolled With a border of grasses; And tansies are masses And splotches of gold. Still I whirl on— Startled, a sparrow Darts from the yarrow, Flash—and is gone... Faster the gleams Die as they dazzle— And roadsides of basil Turn to pink streams. Sharp as a knife Is each perfume and color... To feel nothing duller— God, that were Life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR |