Vision
by Robert Penn Warren
[first published in American Poetry Magazine, 5 (December 1922)]
I shall build me a house where the larkspur blooms
In a narrow glade in an alder wood,
Where the sunset shadows make violent glooms,
And a whip-poor-will calls in eerie mood.
I shall lie on a bed of river sedge,
And listen to the glassy dark,
With a guttered light on my window ledge,
While an owl stares in at me white and stark.
I shall burn my house with the rising dawn,
And leave but the ashes and smoke behind,
And again give the glade to the owl and the fawn,
When the grey wood smoke drifts away with the wind.
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Vision (by Robert Penn Warren)
23 Sunday Aug 2009
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