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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLIGHT, by MARGARET ANNIS BELL First Line: Yesterday I ran away Last Line: Of angels held fast in our hands. | |||
Yesterday I ran away To play with the gods. They carried me high Where the cool-fingered sky Brushed our cheeks; and the peaks Flattened low, held their snow Like pillows for a lonely head. Faintly we heard The voice of a bird From the tip of our ship; And his song soared along Like a heart in the whirr of our wings. A radiant world Was swiftly unfurled At our feet; and the heat Of the sun as we spun Made a dancing, a shimmering haze. Lakes and streams Were silvery gleams, Strips of bright slips; And the trees were like seas Of malachite carved by a God. Down with the feel Of earth to our keel; With Heaven, like leaven, Light in our hearts; and the darts Of angels held fast in our hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COMING OF THE SNOW by MARION L. BERTRAND PSALM 137: EXILE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE FRIGHTENED PATH by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BALLAD TO A FRENCH TUNE (1) by PATRICK CAREY |
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