Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Henry David Thoreau's poem Smoke

2 Comments

  1. CALTRON 5000 says:

    moot is the point,
    you are trying to make.
    so lets roll up a joint
    and surely we will bake.

  2. mitchell says:

    do not smoke

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