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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...TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONNET: 35 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PLACES: 2. FULL MOON (SANTA BARBARA) by SARA TEASDALE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN by WALT WHITMAN A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |
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