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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE CLOUD, by HILDA CONKLING Poet's Biography First Line: There are many clouds / but not like the one I see Last Line: Whiter than anything your eyes remember. | |||
THERE are many clouds But not like the one I see, For mine floats like a swan in featheriness Over the River of the Broken Pine. There are many clouds But not like the one that goes sailing Like a ship full of gold that shines, Like a ship leaning above blue water. There are many clouds But not like the one I wait for, For mine will have a strangeness Whiter than anything your eyes remember. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING A THING FORGOTTEN by HILDA CONKLING ABOUT MY DREAMS by HILDA CONKLING BIRD OF PARADISE by HILDA CONKLING BUTTERFLY (1) by HILDA CONKLING |
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