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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS IS NOT I, by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS First Line: I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills Last Line: Unanswered desert calls. | |||
I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills High-flung against the sky, Now go with dark-quenched sight through narrow streets, unstill And swift. This is not I. Not I, who watched the terraced flame of sunset climb The unforgetting west, And now glimpse only color over roofs, from time To time and find no rest. This is not I, this grey, uncaring soul who goes Between the city walls, A sightless ghost, transplanted, out of place, who knows Unanswered desert calls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN STORM by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH LOVE AND FAME by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON NATURE'S WORD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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