Here’s a poem for hot August days: Countee Cullen’s “To the Swimmer.” I love this poem’s long, undulating lines; the phrases roll like waves, their main verbs often placed at the ends of lines. And that last line comes crashing in to shore.
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I like the way you describe the poem!
Thanks Naomi!