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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...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING THE FLIGHT OF THE GEESE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? by KATHARINE LEE BATES TRINITIE SUNDAY (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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