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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENING, by ELLEN M. DODSON First Line: Come love, let's wander to the woodland / west Last Line: E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power. Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Rest; Dead, The | |||
COME Love, let's wander to the woodland west Of the orchard. For Phoebus ends his ride, And tired of his sport has flung aside His gaily colored reins to seek his rest. Gladly the earth subsides. At his behest The sleepy field-mouse seeks a shock to hide, And tiny birds are crooning heavy-eyed, While we enjoy the hour we love the best. It seems as though 'twere yesterday I found You sunk to your knees in poppies, the bees Sucking the nectar from the gaudy flower Caught in your hair. Your witchery has bound Me many a year; for out among the trees, E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power. | 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 |
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