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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG, by ZELLA MURIEL WRIGHT First Line: My soul is full of poetry to-day Last Line: It is eternal vagabondage. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
My soul is full of poetry to-day; Even the grey slush is beautiful, And the cars, wet with mist, That splash thru the street. For somewhere I catch the scent of Spring. To-morrow The sun! And the never-ending road Stretching before me. You may starve my body And clothe it in rags; But you can never Imprison my soul. Sometimes A little pain Catches my throat Because the happiness of settled homes Cannot be mine. Here—or there— I have stopped by the roadside And found joy for a time— But not for long. For me It is eternal vagabondage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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