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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEASON FOR THE MILD, by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING First Line: Ocean is man's great thought. He comes Last Line: All wisdom haunts him, earthless and complete. | |||
Ocean is man's great thought. He comes Intemperate of mood to seek and trace Across her bounding surface the brave sums Of truth his pride invites; the green-lit grace Of waters is upon him. Earth is gone. All loamy fields long plowed, the breasts well kissed, Dispel their purpose; he is free, alone, And thought is on him like perpetual mist. He is not less earth's own for being given A season to this greatness. In his veins The myrtle garden where the spade is driven Grows green for burial of what remains. His body answers earth. But here, salt sweet, All wisdom haunts him, earthless and complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVENT by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING CHILDREN OF GRACE, ASLEEP by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING THE BRIGHT DARK by HOWARD MCKINLEY CORNING ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD |
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