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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TIME IS GONE, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The time is gone when we could throw Last Line: In such a happy place to shed such bitter tears. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Aging | |||
THE time is gone when we could throw Our angle in the sleepy stream, And nothing more desired to know Than was it roach or was it bream? Sitting there in such a mute delight, The kingfisher would come and on the rods alight. Or, hurrying through the dewy hay Without a thought but to make haste, We came to where the old ring lay And bats and balls seemed heaven at least. With our laughing and our giant strokes The echoes clacked among the chestnuts and the oaks. When the spring came up we got And out among old Ammet Hills Blossoms, aye and pleasures sought And found! bloom withers, pleasure chills; Then geographers along wild brooks We named the tumbling-bays and creeks and horse-shoe crooks. But one day I found a man Leaning on the bridge's rail; Dared his downward face to scan, And awestruck wondered what could ail An elder, blest with all the gifts of years, In such a happy place to shed such bitter tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE GENTLE POET KOBAYASHI ISSA by ROBERT HASS MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND AMOROSA AND COMPANY by CONRAD AIKEN GRAY WEATHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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