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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A MODERN POET, by ELIZABETH MONYHAN First Line: I find that I have lost my taste Last Line: And wait for god beyond a hill. | |||
I find that I have lost my taste For queer jade bowls and frustration. Your pale emotions are a waste Whose songs to slow-fed rivers run. For I have seen a woman's face When unsought travail bore her down, Or heard a redbird's rising grace A thousand morning paeans crown. In sunny windows I have seen Some red and amber jellies glow, And opal wheat against the green Where lovely, lovely shadows go. And so I like a virile song, Or one so quiet and so still That my tired heart can go along And wait for God beyond a hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE EPSOM DUEL, 1689 by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN EPISTLE TO A GENTLEMAN OF THE TEMPLE by JOHN BYROM REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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