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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD, by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF First Line: From far the clocks are ticking Last Line: You long have found your home. Subject(s): Immortality | |||
From far the clocks are ticking, Deep midnight spreads its shade; The lamp is burning dimly-- Your little bed is made. Only the winds are wandering Around the house and moan, And by the window harking We sit inside, alone. It seems as if you gently Must knock upon the door: You'd lost your way, and weary Had wandered home once more! How pitiful our folly! We are the ones who roam, Lost in the dreadful darkness-- You long have found your home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING by DAVID IGNATOW I CLOSE MY EYES by DAVID IGNATOW IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE THINGS THAT DIE by GREGORY ORR THE MAN WHO DIED TWICE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA LONGING by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF |
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