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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BOMBER, by BEATRICE RUTH GIBBS First Line: White moon rising and red sun setting Last Line: To eyes of men new-raised from the dead. Subject(s): Bombs | |||
White moon rising and red sun setting White as a searchlight, red as a flame, Through the dawn wind her hard way making, Rhythmless, riddled, the bomber came. Men who had thought their last flight over, All hoping gone, came limping back, Marvelling, looked on bomb-scarred Dover, Buttercup fields and white Down track. Cottage and ploughland, green lanes weaving, Working-folk stopping to stare overhead— Lovely, most lovely, past all believing To eyes of men new-raised from the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATCHING THE BOMBER PASS OVER by MARVIN BELL THE UNEXPLODED BOMB by CECIL DAY LEWIS POST-MODERNISM by JAMES GALVIN SOME BOMBS; AFTER REVERDY by RON PADGETT THE FORGOTTEN CAPTAIN by TOMAS TRANSTROMER ALL THE WIDE GRIN OF HIM by ELEANOR WILNER BALLAD OF BIRMINGHAM by DUDLEY RANDALL HERITAGE by BEATRICE RUTH GIBBS |
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