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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TREES, by AL-HUSRI First Line: A twisting curl Last Line: To faith's white face. | |||
A twisting curl Hung down, to hurl My heart of bliss To the abyss. The sable tress Of faithlessness Lent deadly grace To faith's white face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |
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