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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAY PASTORAL, by BERNARD FRECHTMAN First Line: They have no like, the hours spent with you Last Line: My being all aquiver with delight. | |||
They have no like, the hours spent with you. They are the essence Time distills from joy. The world becomes a many-colored toy, Our swift delight -- plaything to young gods due. The dusty path, the shadows on the river, The soft, cool air at dusk, lawns smelling sweet, A glance, a smile, a kiss on a still street -- The gifts of Love, two young gods each a giver, And though these hours must yield and I resume My taskwork, and dark ages intervene Until your magic light again is seen, I conjure your swift presence in this room -- Reliving with you each enchanted night, My being all aquiver with delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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