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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT THE WHEEL, by DONALD EVANS First Line: She holds my lost illusions in her hands Last Line: Untouched she turns the wheel. She has not heard. Subject(s): Death; Faith; Soul; Wheels; Dead, The; Belief; Creed | |||
She holds my lost illusions in her hands, And all the hours of vain tenderness, The wasted faiths, the prides of brave address -- She gives me back my title and my lands. There are two voices when I speak to her; The words are cool and ordered in their spell, Put my soul hears the muted syllable Large with the mutiny it may not stir. There is so little that she keeps from me, Only herself? And who may touch the Queen? I wait her coming obediently serene, With one petition for my loyalty, That she will make with Death a royal third. Untouched she turns the wheel. She has not heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION by MINA LOY AS A DECADENT PASSES by DONALD EVANS LOVE IN PATAGONIA; TO CARL VAN VECHTEN by DONALD EVANS PORTRAIT OF CARL VAN VECHTEN IN THE GENTLEMANLY INTEREST: PICCADILY by DONALD EVANS |
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