A Lazy Day Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Lazy Day

Rating: 2.9


THE trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush's throttling note.
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river's rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,
When my adventurous line is cast,
A truce to sport, while clear and cool,
The mirrored clouds slide softly past.
The sky gives back a blue divine,
And all the world's wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light,
The minnows shine from side to side.
The first faint breeze comes up the tide —
I pause with half uplifted oar,
While night drifts down to claim the shore.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 03 June 2018

While night drift down to calm the shore! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Robert Murray Smith 03 June 2018

A beautifully crafted write. The images of nature are superb. Into my favourites.

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Muzahidul Reza 03 June 2018

A lazy day spending in nature is a great fun and writing a poem on undoubtedly something........

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Britte Ninad 03 June 2018

what a great poetic expression - The sky gives back a blue divine, And all the world's wide wealth is mine. wow

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Tom Maxwell 06 March 2019

Very nice, this poem paints many pictures in the mind

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Lea- Beima Dorestin 03 June 2018

A very nice poem indeed dear poet

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Susan Williams 03 June 2018

Oh, my goodness, this is so very lovely and so very true to the fisherman's real reason to go fishing! ! ! Love the alliteration in almost every line- -it paints the picture with soft relaxed hues.- - - Among the river's rustling reeds. No ripple stirs the placid pool, - - -A treasure.and a gift is a lazy day.

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Glen Kappy 03 June 2018

Overall I like this poem and relate to Dunbar’s enjoyment in the scene surrounding him. One little false note, speaking poet-craft-wise, is his use of bleeds. Not a fisherman myself, I read his truce to sport as an admission he’s really interested in the surroundings and less in catching anything. -GK

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Denis Mair 03 June 2018

I didn't understand TRUCE TO SPORT until I saw your explanation. I think BLEEDS has a dual meaning of leaking out one's lifeblood and letting liquid notes diffuse into the air from an unseen source. THROTTLING conveys the intermittent tightening of the thrush's air passage which produces a gurgling song. Both BLEEDS and THROTTLING would otherwise convey something painful, but here are used to describe something beautiful.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 03 June 2018

Such a wonderful write by Paul Laurence Dunbar👍👍👍

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