|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FOREST GREETING, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: Good hunting! - aye, good hunting Last Line: Brothers, the way is black. Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters | |||
GOOD hunting! -- aye, good hunting, Wherever the forests call; But ever a heart beats hot with fear, And what of the birds that fall? Good hunting! -- aye, good hunting, Wherever the north winds blow; But what of the stag that calls for his mate? And what of the wounded doe? Good hunting! -- aye, good hunting; And ah! we are bold and strong; But our triumph call through the forest hall Is a brother's funeral song. For we are brothers ever, Panther and bird and bear; Man and the weakest that fear his face, Born to the nest or lair. Yes, brothers, and who shall judge us? Hunters and game are we; But who gave the right for me to smite? Who boasts when he smiteth me? Good hunting! -- aye, good hunting, And dim is the forest track; But the sportsman Death comes striding on: Brothers, the way is black. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
|