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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANITA, by FREDERICK STANLEY CAMP First Line: All in solitude and silence Last Line: Does she ever think of me? Subject(s): Absence | |||
ALL in solitude and silence, By the old boat on the strand, With the sky and sea above her Circling like a turquoise band, And the yellow sun of autumn Weaving gold lace of her hair, Gazing wistfully to seaward, Sits Anita, sweet and fair. With her parasol is toying Her petite and slender hand. Is she hearing from the ocean Tales borne from a foreign land? Are her placid thoughts a-wand'ring Like the sailing thistle-down With an artless, aimless freedom Till within the sea they drown? Is she sorry that the season Has so fleetly slipped away? Does she think of other seasons Just as happy, just as gay? As she tears a stately aster, Resting lightly on her knee, Gazing wistfully to seaward, Does she ever think of me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING OF THE MIND by DONALD JUSTICE CHRISTMAS AWAY FROM HOME by JANE KENYON THE PROBLEM by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN THIS UNMENTIONABLE FEELING by DAVID LEHMAN FLIRTATION by FREDERICK STANLEY CAMP NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |
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