Representative Poetry Online
On this day: January 18th
Random Poem of the Day
2They have been on the way a long time.
3They are like camels in a line
4But they move more slowly.
5Sometimes at sunset they carry silks,
6But most of the time silver birch trees,
7Heavy rocks, heavy trees, gold leaves
8On heavy branches till they are aching ...
9Birches like silver bars they can hardly lift
10With grass so thick about their feet to hinder ...
11They have not gone far
12In the time I've watched them ...
Notes
1] A poem spoken by the poet when she was 7-9 years old and written down by her mother, Grace Hazard Conkling, Assistant Professor of English at Smith College, Northampton, Massachusetts. Back to Line