E. J. Pratt Wild Poems

  • 1.
    Now it was clear to every Shade
    That some great wonder was before them,
    As Tom upon the palisade
    Emptied, as fast as Lulu bore them,
    ...
  • 2.
    Time-morning

    A half-point Nor'ard from the West,
    A bluish-tinted spot of light,
    ...
  • 3.
    ‘The witches' device for the equitable distribution
    of the liquor consisted in the construction
    of tens of thousands of stopcocks and bungs
    which were fitted into the perforations of the
    ...
  • 4.
    Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel!
    A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;
    The master-watch wildly pointing to Northward,
    Where the herd in front of The Eagle was spread!
    ...
  • 5.
    Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,
    The witches found the liquor sinking
    So low their ladles couldn't reach it,
    The blacksmith with a blazing larynx
    ...
  • 6.
    For one carved instant as they flew,
    The language had no simile-
    Silver, crystal, ivory
    Were tarnished. Etched upon the horizon blue,
    ...
  • 7.
    To make a perfect fish menu,
    The witches found they had to place
    Upon this alcoholic base
    Great stacks of food and spices too.
    ...
  • 8.
    Here the tides flow,
    And here they ebb;
    Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of waters
    Held under bonds to move
    ...
  • 9.
    Comes not the springtime here,
    Though the snowdrop came,
    And the time of the cowslip is near,
    For a yellow flame
    ...
Total 9 Wild Poems by E. J. Pratt

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