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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET, by BURL BREDON First Line: The poet breathes and lives the song he makes Last Line: And walks in sunlit morning all day long. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
The poet breathes and lives the song he makes. He owns a heart that moves by lonely lakes where wild things are, where wind-whipped waves come in To tumble on the pebbles. Hill and linn To him are things intangible, yet real; Rude in the only beauty that can steal Across the heart before he is aware. He cannot see -- yet knows that it is there. He wraps his heart around the silent song And walks in sunlit morning all day long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB EDGE OF THE DAY by BURL BREDON |
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