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Riley Songs of Home

James Whitcomb Riley

Book Overview: 

Collection of poems in an indiana dialect, where Riley was from and started his writing.

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Book Excerpt: 
. . .The Love I seek, with the eyes of blue,
And the bright, sweet smile unknown of you;
And on from the hour his trail is found
I shall sing sonnets the whole year round.




THE MULBERRY TREE
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind
As I think of my childhood so long left behind;
The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor,
And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door;
The warped clab-board roof whare the rain it run off
Into streams of sweet dreams as I laid in the loft,
Countin' all of the joys that was dearest to me,
And a-thinkin' the most of the mulberry tree.

And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake,
I can see the old tree, and its limbs as they shake,
And the long purple berries that rained on the ground
Whare the pastur' was bald whare we t. . . Read More

Community Reviews

Read this line out loud. Not too fast.

O lad and lass,
And orchard pass,
And briered lane, and daisied grass!
O gleam and gloom,
And woodland bloom,
And breezy breaths of all perfume!-

Sometimes in poetry it's not what the poem is saying as much as how it is saying it. The rhythm and cadence. Poe nailed it