Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MARSH-HOUSE, by JAMES E. RICHARDSON First Line: Far out upon the great green sedge it stands Last Line: Instance of things full merciful as these. Subject(s): Houses; Swamps; Bogs; Fens; Marshes | ||||||||
Far out upon the great green sedge it stands. The winds sweep round; all year the restless sea, That cannot reach, yet will not let it be, Beats at the beach outside with its dull hands. At flood-tide still the sea-crabs' furtive bands Seek food beneath its green and rotting floor; The wild birds nest, unfeared, in its blank door; Outsea the ships glide, past the tumbling sands. It is the habitation of my mind, Remote from ravaging and senseless seas, With such smooth tides and such half-tempered wind As might not raze it, even in centuries; Yet slow-dissolving, useless, at the blind Instance of things full merciful as these. | 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 NEW JERSEY by JAMES E. RICHARDSON |
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