Classic and Contemporary Poetry

IRISH MELODY, by SALLY BRUCE KINSOLVING Poet's Biography
First Line: I heard the sound
Last Line: To a minstrel's crying.

I heard the sound
Of wild geese calling
Over the river
As night was falling --

In a procession,
Wedge-shaped, flying ...
Each to each
With passion replying.

Like harps by the river
Were grasses swaying,
Winds of evening
Upon them playing,

While sunset and water
And wild birds flying
Plucked the heart like a lute
To a minstrel's crying.