Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAPTIVE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Oh, kirkwood is a fine town, snugly nestled by the / hills Last Line: Holds me captive to the music of the multitude's great heart. Subject(s): Childhood Memories; City & Town Life | ||||||||
OH, Kirkwood is a fine town, snugly nestled by the hills, Eastward fringed by many meadows running gold with daffodils, Westward banked by three blue mountains walling off the sweeping sea Which lies scarlet toward the sunset with its miles of majesty. There are simple folks in Kirkwood, some five hundred souls or more, Who are satisfied with meadows and the mountains at their door, They have little need of cities, with their grime and grind and glare And they ask not more of fortune than their frugal country fare. Once I gamboled in their hayfields in the heavy heat of noon, And stole peaches in their orchards by the dim light of the moon, Climbed the mountains in the morning, young and frisky as the dawn, But since then full sixty summers silently have come and gone. Ah, I know brave lads go roaming where my young heart loved to roam Ere the wiles of shining cities lured me from my boyhood home, And I fain would shake my fetters and go back to them to-day, Simple-hearted, free and careless, join them in their pranks and play. To go back! what riot-dreaming! there are gulfs between us now, Time, the enemy unbending, hath put silver on my brow, And the jealous-tempered city, with its many-splendored mart, Holds me captive to the music of the multitude's great heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN A SMALL TOWN by TONY HOAGLAND EVERYTHING'S A FAKE by FANNY HOWE ONE NIGHT IN BALTHAZAR by FANNY HOWE YOU CAN?ÇÖT WARM YOUR HANDS IN FRONT OF A BOOK BUT YOU CAN WARM YOUR HOPES THERE by FANNY HOWE PHOTO OF A MAN ON SUNSET DRIVE: 1914, 2008 by RICHARD BLANCO LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW POEM by DENIS JOHNSON A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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