THE WILD DUCK
by: John Masefield
- WILIGHT.
Red in the West.
- Dimness. A glow on the wood.
- The teams plod home to rest.
- The wild duck come to glean.
- O souls not understood,
- What a wild cry in the pool;
- What things have the farm ducks seen
- That they cry so--huddle and cry?
- Only the soul that goes.
- Eager. Eager. Flying.
- Over the globe of the moon,
- Over the wood that glows.
- Wings linked. Necks a-strain,
- A rush and a wild crying.
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- A cry of the long pain
- In the reeds of a steel lagoon,
- In a land that no man knows.
'The Wild Duck' is reprinted from
An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London:
Methuen & Co., 1921. |
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