Poetic Openings : E. J. Pratt to E. J. Pratt
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Big Fellow :
First Line : A huge six footer,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Charge Of The Swordfish :
First Line : Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Drowning :
First Line : The rust of hours,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Flight Of The Immortals :
First Line : Close to the dunnest hour of night,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Fog :
First Line : It stole in on us like a foot-pad,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Ground Swell :
First Line : Three times we heard it calling with a low,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Ice-floes :
First Line : Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel!
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Midnight Revels As Observed By The Shades :
First Line : ‘The witches’ device for the equitable distribution
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Return Of The Cat :
First Line : Time—morning
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Sea-cat :
First Line : It’s not for us to understand
