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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VINE, by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II First Line: As I was passing by Last Line: Your thirsting bones to slake.' Alternate Author Name(s): Mu'tamid, Al-; Al-mu'tamid Of Sevilla | |||
As I was passing by A vine, its tendrils tugged my sleeve. 'Do you design', said I, 'My body so to grieve?' 'Why do you pass', the vine Replied, 'and never greeting make? It took this blood of mine Your thirsting bones to slake.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS |
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