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Jan 31, 2018 · Here are ten of the best river poems. Edmund Spenser, Prothalamion. There, in a meadow, by the river’s side, A flock of nymphs I chanced to espy, All lovely daughters of the flood thereby, With goodly greenish locks, all loose untied, As each had been a bride; And each one had a little wicker basket, Made of fine twigs, entrailed curiously,
The River. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 1803 –. 1882. And I behold once more. My old familiar haunts; here the blue river, The same blue wonder that my infant eye. Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,—. Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed.
‘The River’ is a transcendental poem written by the famous American poet Ralph Waldo Emerson. How the river helps the poet to meditate upon nature as a whole is the crux of the poem. Read Poem. PDF Guide. Cite. Ralph Waldo Emerson is now remembered as one of the most important transcendental writers.
Listen and read along to 'The River'. Valerie’s poems draw on Caribbean folk tradition, using riddles, question and answer and rap. Many have very regular rhythms and rhyme – which makes them great to perform.
‘ The River ‘ by Caroline Ann Bowles describes a river in all its liveliness and grandeur. The poet begins the poem by comparing it with a child who is playing hide and seeks. As the poem progresses, he compares it to a gallant youth who is daring to go anywhere.
The River by Caroline Ann Bowles appears to be a rather simple poem describing the journey of a river as it flows. However, when one looks at it deeply, it appears that the poetess is secondarily comparing the stages of a river with the life phases of a human.
‘The River’ by Caroline Anne Bowles is a simple poem in which the poet describes the changing size and metaphorical age of a river. In the first stanza of ‘The River,’ the poet describes the river as a child.
The River : River, river, little river! Bright you sparkle on your way; O’er the yellow pebbles dancing, Through the flowers and foliage glancing, Like a child at play. River, river! swelling river!
The River. And I behold once more. My old familiar haunts; here the blue river, The same blue wonder that my infant eye. Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,-- Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed. The fragrant flag-roots in my father's fields, And where thereafter in the world he went.
Translated by Timothy Allen. The River. 1. I am a river, going down over wide stones, going down over hard rocks, my path drawn by the wind. The trees around me are shrouded with rain. I am a river, descending with greater fury, with greater violence, whenever a bridge reflects me in its curves. 2. I am a river, a river.
