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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOR THE SOUL'S KEEPING, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Mute are the chords Last Line: The muse that is sleeping. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
MUTE are the chords And silent the lyres, Dead are the Lords, Burnt out the fires Which out of times Ancient and hoary Gave us the rhymes Freighted with glory. Yet are the soul's Secrets not spoken, Shrouded its goals, Most clues are broken, So for the sake Of the soul's keeping Poets shall wake The Muse that is sleeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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