I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |