Alliterative Poems Numbers 1 and 2
These have both been posted in the poetry forum.
Alliterative Poem #1 (The Beach)
Whence come the birds, o’er the lorn beach winging,
With a moody wind their voices mingling?
Their homes lay hid from my hampered sight.
Their strident call, across the strand,
Tell of rivers; of lakes, ringed
By a muzzling frost that hardens the mold;
Of mountains rising in glory wrought
By the winter sun and the bright snow.
Far away—will I see them
Someday, when the sea sounds no longer?
Below is the sea, its pale expanse,
Its wind-stirred clamor, against the shore crashing,
Against tall rocks by the grim sea standing.
Where is its finish, its final stirring?
I cannot see by the light of this sun.
Behind on the dunes lies dun grass waving
Compelled by the wind in its weary dance
A waterless swell across the sand sweeping.
It blows where it wills—who will bar it?
So I stand, between depths of sea
And heights of sky, on a scale of vastness
That is boundless: the stars, bent
On their endless courses, inexorable and slow; the mighty ocean, old and turbulent;
The wind flying: all undefeated.
So it is and has been, world without end
Alliterative Poem #2
The sun on the grass, soft underfoot,
Brightly shines, shedding its beams,
On the verdant earth.
Under the trees, soaring of trunk,
The broad branches with the sky blending;
The shadows carpet the carpeted earth.
The lilting leaves, swaying, leaning,
Twisting and twirling in the tossing breeze:
Green now, but soon gold;
A host with banners high in the treetops.
Soon they fall—I thought to see them stay—
Falling, fleeing, flayed to the grass,
Brown and dead in the bleary sun.
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