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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SILENCES, by S. BERT COOKSLEY First Line: So like a shadow you lived Last Line: Have come such ghostly hands, came such a ghostly head. | |||
So like a shadow you lived. Nor would you come Quickly in the afternoon, But always with the white moon, Always when the moon was on the purple plum, When the last blue shadow rested -- you would come. But now the moon is come to the slender trees For starved months; and the slow pain Is like a beggar's plaint, is like his melodies Raised to a bitter god. Yea, nothing now can please My lips, my eyes, or my sad, restless bed. Nothing but your white hands, Your eyes -- the burnished lands Set there. . . . No, never to the Dead Have come such ghostly hands, came such a ghostly head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE REQUIEM by S. BERT COOKSLEY ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SANDPIPER by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER TO THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES |
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