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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTERMATH, by LOUISE BRYANT Poet's Biography First Line: Dear, they are singing your praises Last Line: Hurl me past stars and moon! Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Dead, The | |||
Dear, they are singing your praises, Now you are gone. But only I saw your going, I . . . alone . . . in the dawn. Dear, they are weeping about you, Now you are dead, And they've placed a granite stone Over your head. I cannot cry any more, Too burning deep is my grief. . . . I dance through my spendthrift days Like a fallen leaf. Faster and faster I whirl Toward the end of my days. Dear, I am drunken with sadness And lost down strange ways. If only the dance would finish Like a flash in the sky . . . oh, soon, If only a storm would come shouting -- Hurl me past stars and moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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