Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BOATMEN OF THE SKY, by GRACE BROWN PUTNAM Poet's Biography First Line: The south-bound geese sail honking past Last Line: Grim boatmen of the sky. Subject(s): Boats; Sailing & Sailors; Seashore; Beach; Coast; Shore | ||||||||
The south-bound geese sail honking past, Dark-patterned on the gray, While willows lift their torches up To guide them on their way. Beneath them lie the sallow sloughs; They neither see nor care That once their nestlings there were fed, Young galleons of the air. Far in the jagged teeth of hills That cut the sky at last A fragile wreath of purple smoke Goes drifting slowly past. Across the primrose of the west A smouldering sunset burns Where daylight's pallid ashes lie Enshrined in golden urns. The geese stream on, in prow-shaped flight And honk a hoarse, "Goodbye!" While darkness falls, they still sail on, Grim boatmen of the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASHORE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS EASTERN LONG ISLAND by MARVIN BELL THE WIND IS BLOWING WEST by JOSEPH CERAVOLO IF SOMETHING SHOULD HAPPEN by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER EMPTIES INTO THE GULF by LUCILLE CLIFTON GEOGRAPHY AS WARNING by MADELINE DEFREES POWER FAILURE by MADELINE DEFREES |
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