Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CREEK-ROAD, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN Poet's Biography First Line: Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue Last Line: And now a barefoot truant and his dog. Subject(s): Roads; Paths; Trails | ||||||||
CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blue That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach Of water sings by sycamore and beech, In whose warm shade bloom lilies not a few. It is a page whereon the sun and dew Scrawl sparkling words in dawn's delicious speech; A laboratory where the wood-winds teach, Dissect each scent and analyze each hue. Not otherwise than beautiful, doth it Record the happenings of each summer day; Where we may read, as in a catalogue, When passed a thresher; when a load of hay; Or when a rabbit; or a bird that lit; And now a barefoot truant and his dog. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL BY DIFFERENT PATHS by MARVIN BELL DRIVING HOME by MADELINE DEFREES ART IS PARALLEL TO NATURE by CLARENCE MAJOR HIGHWAY 2, ILLINOIS by LISEL MUELLER KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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