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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST MORTEM, by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER Poet's Biography First Line: God knows how often, by her father's door Last Line: And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | |||
God knows how often, by her father's door, We two have wandered in the cypress shade, Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid Upon my shoulder; and that was no more Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore (Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid. Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed, "I feel quite sure that we have met before!" You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit Of luscious scandal you will never know! Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it; You never saw two lovers, pacing slow! From memory I have wiped out every trace; And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE VICTORY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |
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