"Meeting at Night"
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match.
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
- Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match.
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
- Robert Browning
I think I am finally beginning to truly appreciate poetry. We are in the poetry unit of our English class right now, and flying through these wonderful poems at an amazing (okay, maybe alarming!) rate. The figurative language and vivid imagery in this particular poem knocked my socks off. I LOVE IT.
Off to write a paraphrase of Robert Frost's "Design." Have a wonderful evening.
3 comments:
Eh, I've never really been one for poetry, but I'm glad you're getting the hang of it...more than I could do =P
Anyway, hope you're catching up from last week alright ;)
Ok, for some reason I can't access your other blog...anyway, in answer to the question I didn't know you asked until now, no I didn't get a picture of the snow......mainly cause it's so routine for me that I don't think about it ;)
Okay, I have no idea why my comments are not emailing to me. I have comments that I didn't even know I had! o_O. Crazy!
Anyways, incredibly late, but: Matt, I was never "one for poetry" before either, but I have to say that, given the right stuff, I did begin to acquire a taste for it. Of course, I haven't touched a poem since that class ended, which is kind of pathetic. But just to say, don't give up--you may yet find some hidden taste somewhere. ;)
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