Present Day American Poetry, And Other Essays
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Why, in the name of Common Sense, should a poet seek for new mediums of expression, when with the old he could sing so beautifully as thus?
This is the tomboy month of all the year, March, who comes shouting o er the winter hills, Waking the world with laughter, as she wills, Or wild halloos, a windflower in her ear.
She stops a moment by the half-thawed mere And whistles to the wind, and straightway shrills The hyla s song, and hoods of daffodils Crowd golden round her, leaning their heads to ...hear.
MADISON CAWEIN 77 Then through the woods that drip with all their eaves, Her mad hair blown about her, loud she goes Singing and calling to the naked trees, And straight the oilets of the little leaves Open their eyes in wonder, rows on rows, And the first bluebird bugles to the breeze.
Or thus: I took the road again last night On which my boyhood s hills look down; The old road leading from the town, The village there below the height, Its cottage homes, all huddled brown, Each with its blur of light.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Why, in the name of Common Sense, should a poet seek for new mediums of expression, when with the old he could sing so beautifully as thus?
This is the tomboy month of all the year, March, who comes shouting o er the winter hills, Waking the world with laughter, as she wills, Or wild halloos, a windflower in her ear.
She stops a moment by the half-thawed mere And whistles to the wind, and straightway shrills The hyla s song, and hoods of daffodils Crowd golden round her, leaning their heads to ...hear.
MADISON CAWEIN 77 Then through the woods that drip with all their eaves, Her mad hair blown about her, loud she goes Singing and calling to the naked trees, And straight the oilets of the little leaves Open their eyes in wonder, rows on rows, And the first bluebird bugles to the breeze.
Or thus: I took the road again last night On which my boyhood s hills look down; The old road leading from the town, The village there below the height, Its cottage homes, all huddled brown, Each with its blur of light.
What to read after Present Day American Poetry, And Other Essays?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Harry Houston Peckham to read onlineMoreLess
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