This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and trees and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with grass and clouds and trees. Anthony, trees and grass and clouds. Why did you follow that beloved body with your ships at Actium? I hope it was because you knew her inch by inch from slanting feet upward to the roots of her hair and down again and that you saw her above the battle's fury -- clouds and trees and grass -- For then you are listening in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |