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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD PRIMA DONNA SPEAKS, by HELEN WIEAND COLE First Line: I made my choice: / 'twas children or my voice Last Line: With their remembered praise. Subject(s): Forgetfulness; Regret; Solitude; Loneliness | |||
I made my choice: 'Twas children or my voice; Now it is gone I sit here sad, alone. No one to care Whither I go, or where I spend the years; They end at last in tears. Forgot my name; Impermanent is fame. How dare I teach Ambitious youth to reach For such a prize, When at the end there lies Bitter regret, Forgetfulness? And yet Still in my ears The plaudits of my peers Fill lonely days With their remembered praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES |
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