On the Mississippi
by Hamlin Garland - 1860-1940
Through wild and tangled forests
The broad, unhasting river flows—
Spotted with rain-drops, gray with night;
Upon its curving breast there goes
A lonely steamboat's larboard light,
A blood-red star against the shadowy oaks;
Noiseless as a ghost, through greenish gleam
Of fire-flies, before the boat's wild scream—
A heron flaps away
Like silence taking flight.
2 comments:
Enjoyable because vivid poem, sparely written. But I have never encountered Hamlin Garland before, not even as a writer for which he seems to be best known. Thanks for posting the poem, Joe, and I do hope that you feel better. Roderick
Hhhm, checking the bait, eh?
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