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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHALLENGE, by JANIE SMITH RHYNE First Line: My attic is strewn with rubbish Last Line: And swing out on a comet's tail! | |||
My attic is strewn with rubbish -- Broken adventurings. My wood-yard is heaped with wreckage -- Twisted aeroplane wings. When Life, like a teasing woman, Flings a "Follow-me-if-you-dare!" In a trice I have snapped my moorings To fly with a "devil-may-care." Now, slow brown seeds are sprouting Within my garden patch And plump gray pigeons nesting Beneath my eaves of thatch; But, tonight, should that taunting challenge Blow in on a hissing gale, I'd chuck my pipe at my watch-dog And swing out on a comet's tail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BECAUSE MY HEART IS YOUNG by JANIE SMITH RHYNE SONG FOR MIDDLE YEARS by JANIE SMITH RHYNE SUN-DOWN SONG by JANIE SMITH RHYNE THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON OLD MOTHERS by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS AN OLD-WORLD CONVENT GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN KLAMATH SUMMER by VIRGINIA WHITE BROWN |
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