Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

My Boat Swings Out And Back - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

My boat swings out and back,
Moored among mint and rush.
The river's ruffled speed
Laughs in the white wind's track.
My idle fingers crush
A crinkled, scented reed.

Who needs his fate provoke?
A spirit in all things flows,
And I with them flow too,
Content to eye long boughs
Of silvering willow stroke
Slowly the summer blue.

Comments about My Boat Swings Out And Back by Robert Laurence Binyon

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

[Hata Bildir]