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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOWISE POOR, by GUSTAV DAVIDSON First Line: Let it be as you say, that I am one Last Line: Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | |||
Let it be as you say, that I am one On whom no seal is set, no accolade; A pawn of fate, advantaged and dismayed, And routed ere the race is well begun! Let it be that I cannot, in the sun, Maintain my place, but am like others swayed By the world's gods in glittering parade, Bending the knee to each new eidolon! Yet need I count me nowise poor in this Reproof of yours, so long as I can still, Out of great lack and greater grieving, fill My eyes with beauty where no beauty is: Achieving in the city's roar a hill Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE |
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