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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...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CAMP-MEETING SUNDAY AT OCEAN GROVE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS FOR THERE IS NO HELP IN THEM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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