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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROAD TO CAMULOS, by MARGARET R. RICHTER First Line: The road that sun-swept april noon Last Line: Along my road. | |||
The road that sun-swept April noon Was inland bound, Lost to the whispering sea and dune, Aloof to sound. Behind, the granite range broke through A hesitant mist; The mountain-blue and lupine-blue Made amethyst. The lupine-blue ran all the way To Camulos, Where only the wood-dove, white and gray As a shadow, goes. Past lupine-blue and orange scent, Wistaria sheaves Hung wistfully as time long-spent From low long eaves. I came down eucalyptus shade, A passer-by; I heard, through golden light there laid, A peacock cry. He called; he stepped upon the scene -- Strange episode -- One moment drew his train of green Along my road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEAR-RIDDEN by MARGARET R. RICHTER HOLY POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE COWBOY'S DANCE SONG by JAMES BARTON ADAMS A PRAYER by CLARENCE M. BURKHOLDER REMARKS ON DR. BROWN'S 'ESTIMATE OF THE MANNERS OF THE TIMES' by JOHN BYROM |
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