Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTMAS, by GRANT HYDE CODE First Line: This is the day the great god pan lies dead Last Line: To soothe his sobbing with the pipes of pan. Subject(s): Christianity; Christmas; Holidays; Jesus Christ - Childhood & Youth; Nativity, The | ||||||||
THIS is the day the great god Pan lies dead, While all his furry fauns and satyrs go Godless and whining through the falling snow Out of a dreary Christian heaven shed. No bright-limbed dancers in free, careless measure Follow young Bacchus of the green-wreathed head; An elder god, and sorry-eyed, has said That mirth is folly, melancholy pleasure. And yet, they say, in merry Galilee A weeping faun beheld a blithe young man Who, moved with pity, cut some rushy weeds, From which he whittled several tuneful reeds, And took the little faun upon his knee To soothe his sobbing with the pipes of Pan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIFFERENT VIEWS; A CHRISMAS DUET by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY AN UNMERRY CHRISTMAS by AMBROSE BIERCE CHRISTMAS IN CHINATOWN by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ISAIAH'S COAL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL DEPARTED TRAVELLERS by GRANT HYDE CODE |
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