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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALM OF NATURE, by ALICE GILL BENTON First Line: I cannot nurse an ancient grief Last Line: Enchanting hills are beckoning. Subject(s): Nature | |||
I cannot nurse an ancient grief When overhead a bird is calling, When down the wind a golden leaf Is gaily fluttering and falling. Pale wraiths of buried wrongs slip by, Lost in the shadows of the past, When great cloud-ships are riding high -- Flame sails aglow, from every mast. I cannot stay where love lies riven And hate his score is reckoning, When, high against a turquoise heaven, Enchanting hills are beckoning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN |
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