Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SWAMP TRAGEDY, by I. V. First Line: In andrus swamp, out hastings way Last Line: Laugh if you will -- not I! Subject(s): Hastings, England; Swamps; Tragedy; Bogs; Fens; Marshes | ||||||||
In Andrus swamp, out Hastings way, A black stump's crumbly loam Shows little, crisscross tunnelings And a nesty, field-mouse home. The cellar is a hoof-print, deep Enough for harvesting A pint of wild cucumber roots Against the dearth of spring. Spring's here, their store gleams white, untouched, And near, owl pellets lie With bits of field-mouse fur and bones. . . . Laugh if you will -- not I! | 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 |
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