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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RICHES, by ANNE MILLAY BREMER First Line: Where pollen drifts are softly blown Last Line: All I see, high and wideis mine. Subject(s): Wealth; Riches; Fortunes | |||
WHERE pollen drifts are softly blown From yellow fringed acacia down, Prone I lie, on pulsing ground. The eternal cadence of beating seas, Is echoed near in bee-rhymed trees Whose waving boughs sweep the curving blue. Nodding faces of buttercups shine, And I lie warm in budding grain. Carpets of copper and golden light, Myriad candles of balsam pine, Broad ocean and roving clouds: All I see, high and wideis mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL LIFE IN A LIFE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FOUR POEMS ABOUT JAMAICA: 3. A HAIRPIN TURN ABOVE READING, JAMAICA by WILLIAM MATTHEWS IMAGINE YOURSELF by EVE MERRIAM THE PROPHET by LUCILLE CLIFTON I AM FIFTY-TWO YEARS OLD' by KENNETH REXROTH LAST VISIT TO THE SWIMMING POOL SOVIETS by KENNETH REXROTH PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR AS A YOUNG ANARCHIST by KENNETH REXROTH |
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