Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Tossed back in a scare.
Heart-beat bound,
My mouth on her pulsing
Stretching bare,
Sought her afresh;
Her own to my perfect
My sense—and my reason
Of all, in a swound
Through the world did thresh.
Like a magnet's keeper
I saw the midlands
Neck was found,
On its prowling orbit
Did destroy
Around in joy
But firm at the centre
And still one pulse
And still as ever
And my breast to her beating
The fields of autumn
Shifted round.
And still my wet mouth
The world went round,
Revolve through her hair;
And the world all whirling
The scent of her flesh,
Breast was bound.
As all the ground
And still in my nostrils
And sheep on the pasture
Spun like a toy.
But my heart at the centre
My heart was found;
Like the dance of a dervish
Closing the round.
Was still as a pivot,
I saw the midlands Revolve through her hair; The fields of autumn Stretching bare, And sheep on the pasture Tossed back in a scare.
And still as ever The world went round, My mouth on her pulsing Neck was found, And my breast to her beating Breast was bound.
But my heart at the centre Of all, in a swound Was still as a pivot, As all the ground On its prowling orbit Shifted round.
And still in my nostrils The scent of her flesh, And still my wet mouth Sought her afresh; And still one pulse Through the world did thresh.
And the world all whirling Around in joy Like the dance of a dervish Did destroy My sense—and my reason Spun like a toy.
But firm at the centre My heart was found; Her own to my perfect Heart-beat bound, Like a magnet’s keeper Closing the round.