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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOWISE POOR, by GUSTAV DAVIDSON First Line: Let it be as you say, that I am one Last Line: Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | |||
Let it be as you say, that I am one On whom no seal is set, no accolade; A pawn of fate, advantaged and dismayed, And routed ere the race is well begun! Let it be that I cannot, in the sun, Maintain my place, but am like others swayed By the world's gods in glittering parade, Bending the knee to each new eidolon! Yet need I count me nowise poor in this Reproof of yours, so long as I can still, Out of great lack and greater grieving, fill My eyes with beauty where no beauty is: Achieving in the city's roar a hill Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE FROM POOLS OF DEEPER THOUGHT by MAUDE HARDY ARNOLD LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE BOOK TO THE READER by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |
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