By The Road To The Air Base Poem by Yvor Winters

By The Road To The Air Base

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The calloused grass lies hard
Against the cracking plain:
Life is a grayish stain;
The salt-marsh hems my yard.

Dry dikes rise hill on hill;
In sloughs of tidal slime
Shellfish deposit lime,
Wild seafowl creep at will.

The highway, like a beach,
Turns whiter, shadowy, dry:
Loud, pale against the sky,
The bombing planes hold speech.

Yet fruit grows on the trees;
Here scholars pause to speak;
Through gardens bare and Greek
I hear my neighbor's bees.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nick Capozzoli 14 January 2007

'Loud, pale against the sky, The bombing planes hold speech.' A brilliant image. Great poem.

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