I want my body bathed again by southern suns, my soul
reclaimed again from southern land. I want to rest
again in southern fields, in grass and hay and clover
bloom; to lay my hand again upon the clay baked by a
southern sun, to touch the rain-soaked earth and smell
the smell of soil.
I want my rest unbroken in the fields of southern earth;
freedom to watch the corn wave silver in the sun and
mark the splashing of a brook, a pond with ducks and
frogs and count the clouds.
I want no mobs to wrench me from my southern rest; no
forms to take me in the night and burn my shack and
make for me a nightmare full of oil and flame.
I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to
stand between my body’s southern song-the fusion of
the South, my body’s song and me.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope
- Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Sonet 5 by William Alexander
- XV: Some Verses: Ciprian’s Smyling by William Alexander
- A Farewell by William Wordsworth
- Vacillation by William Butler Yeats
- Юнна Мориц – Большой секрет для маленькой компании
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Waking In March by Philip Levine
- Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet by Robert Burns
- “For where, beneath one’s parent sky” poem – Alfred Austin
- A Song of Travel by Rudyard Kipling
- The Candle Of The Lord
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- A March Afternoon poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
