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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REMEMBERING, by GLENN CLAIRMONTE First Line: When the wind was sitting in the long-fingered tree Last Line: Is for my own, my lost and beautiful? | |||
When the wind was sitting in the long-fingered tree The rain came, and they two wept, Mourning someone beautiful and gone, Though neither spoke her name. I went from the warm house where the panes were trembling, Went to them, one as sad as they: Who knows but what, I thought, such grief as this Is for my own, my lost and beautiful? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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