Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARSHLANDS, by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim Last Line: Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep. Alternate Author Name(s): Tekahionwake Subject(s): Swamps; Bogs; Fens; Marshes | ||||||||
A thin wet sky, that yellows at the rim, And meets with sun-lost lip the marsh's brim. The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould, Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold. Among the wild rice in the still lagoon, In monotone the lizard shrills his tune. The wild goose, homing, seeks a sheltering, Where rushes grow, and oozing lichens cling. Late cranes with heavy wing, and lazy flight, Sail up the silence with nearing night. And like a spirit, swathed in some soft veil, Steals twilight and its shadows o'er the swale. Hushed lie the sedges, and the vapours creep, Thick, grey and humid, while the marshes sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HANDSOME SWAMP by THOMAS LUX BOGLAND; FOR T.P. FLANAGAN by SEAMUS HEANEY HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER MARSH MUSIC by KENNETH SLADE ALLING IN A JON BOAT DURING A FLORIDA DAWN by DAVID BOTTOMS A CRY FROM AN INDIAN WIFE by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON |
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