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Old longings nomadic leap Chafing at custom's chain Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain. Helots of houses no more Let us be out, be free! Fragrance through the window and door Wafts from the woods, the sea! After the torpor of will, Morbid the inner strife Welcome the animal thrill Lending a zest to life. Banish the volumes revered Severe from centuries dead Ceilings the lamp flicker cheered Barter for stars instead. Temp, they dreams with trees Nature they god alone Worship the sun and the breeze Altars where non atone. Voices of Solitude call, Whispers of sedge and stream Loosen the fetters that gall Back to the primal scheme Feel the great throbbing terrene Pulse in thy body beat! Conscious again of the creed Verdure beneath the feet Callous to pain as the rose, Breathe with instinct's delight Live the existence that goes Soulless into the night. Nomadic - A non-sedentary lifestyle categorized by constant moving Brumal - A deep or dreamless sleep Ferine - wild or untamed Helots - slaves Torpor - a sluggish or inactive state Morbid - pertaining to death Strife - struggle or fight Revered - worshiped or respected Barter - to trade or negotiate Temple - (in this case, as a verb) adorn Sedge - verdure or plants Fetters - chains or shackles gall - a sore or wound from rubbing or chafing Primal - ancient, old Terrene - earth, pertaining to a worldly matter Verdure - plant life Callous - (in this situation, as an adjective) numb or unaware due to exposure
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
MY FAVORITE POEM BY JOHN MYERS O'HARA "ATAVISM" (with glossary at end)
Old longings nomadic leap Chafing at custom's chain Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain. Helots of houses no more Let us be out, be free! Fragrance through the window and door Wafts from the woods, the sea! After the torpor of will, Morbid the inner strife Welcome the animal thrill Lending a zest to life. Banish the volumes revered Severe from centuries dead Ceilings the lamp flicker cheered Barter for stars instead. Temp, they dreams with trees Nature they god alone Worship the sun and the breeze Altars where non atone. Voices of Solitude call, Whispers of sedge and stream Loosen the fetters that gall Back to the primal scheme Feel the great throbbing terrene Pulse in thy body beat! Conscious again of the creed Verdure beneath the feet Callous to pain as the rose, Breathe with instinct's delight Live the existence that goes Soulless into the night. Nomadic - A non-sedentary lifestyle categorized by constant moving Brumal - A deep or dreamless sleep Ferine - wild or untamed Helots - slaves Torpor - a sluggish or inactive state Morbid - pertaining to death Strife - struggle or fight Revered - worshiped or respected Barter - to trade or negotiate Temple - (in this case, as a verb) adorn Sedge - verdure or plants Fetters - chains or shackles gall - a sore or wound from rubbing or chafing Primal - ancient, old Terrene - earth, pertaining to a worldly matter Verdure - plant life Callous - (in this situation, as an adjective) numb or unaware due to exposure
This is my favorite poem of all time!! You might recognize the first stanza from The Call Of The Wild!! Written in 1902, it is a classic!!
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
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