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Songs of the Spavinaw

About this Poem 

“Songs of the Spavinaw” was published in University of Oklahoma Magazine in 1920.

Songs of the Spavinaw

I am the river of Spavinaw,
     I am the river of pain;
Sadness and gladness must answer my law;
Measure for measure I give, and withdraw
Back through the hills of the Spavinaw,
     Hiding away from the plain.

I am the river of Spavinaw;
     I sing the songs of the world;
Dashing and whirling, swishing and swirling,
Delicate, mystical, silvery spray hurling,
     Sing I the songs of the world,
     The passionate songs of the world.

I sing of laughter and mirth,
     And I laugh in a gurgle of glee
As the myriad joys of the earth
     Trip through the light with me.
Gay shallows dimple, sparkle and ripple.
     Like songs that a lover would sing,
        Skipping in moonlight,
        Tripping in moonlight,
     Whispering echoes of spring.

And again
     I move with the slow sadness of pain.
In my dark blue deep, where the shadows creep,
     I catch up life’s sorrows and mirror them back again.
And my song is a throbbing, pitiful sobbing,
     Choked by an agonized pain.

And then
     I move forth toward the beckoning north,
        And I sing of the power of men.
            As I dash down my falls,
            As I beat at my walls
Frantically fighting, running and righting,
All through the flood, through the snarling and biting,
        I sing of the power of men,
        Of the hurry and power of men.

        I am the river of Spavinaw,
        I am the giver of pain;
Sadness and gladness must answer my law;
Measure for measure I give, and withdraw
Back through the hills of the Spavinaw,
        Hiding away from the plain.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 15, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.