Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONGS TO A.H.R.: 7. SWALLOWS, by CALE YOUNG RICE Poet's Biography First Line: In a room that we love Last Line: And happy swallows ranging. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Dreams; Love; Silence; Swallows; Nightmares | ||||||||
In a room that we love, Under a lamp, Whose soft glow falls around, We sit each night and you read to me, Through the silence soul-profound. And black on the yellow frieze of the walls The swallows fly unchanging; Round, round, yet never round, Ranging, -- yet never ranging. We sit and you read, your face aglow, While amid dreams that start I watch the swallows As each follows The other, swift, apart. Till oft it seems that your words are birds, Flying into my heart, And singing there, and bringing there Love's more than artless art. So never, in lands however far, Or seas that wash them round, Shall I see wings along the sky, But instantly the sound Of your voice shall come, And the sky, changing, Shall be the room we love, With its lamp-glow -- and time-flow -- And happy swallows ranging. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS A CHARM TO BRING CHILDREN (EGYPT, A.D. 100) by CALE YOUNG RICE |
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