Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS DAMSEL HERE LIES DEAD, by PAUL FORT First Line: This damsel here lies dead, lies dead in love's array Last Line: And to the fields they go, as they go every day. Subject(s): Death; Love; May (month); Dead, The | ||||||||
THIS damsel here lies dead, lies dead in Love's array; Low she lies in earth, in earth at dawn of day; She lies here all alone, her tinsel lapped in clay; She lies here all alone, alone within the tomb. Her friends with joy return, return to greet the day, And merrily they sing: "Be merry while 'tis May! This damsel here lies dead, lies dead in Love's array!" And to the fields they go, as they go every day. | 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 A PORTFOLIO OF SKETCHES: THE LITTLE ANNUITANT by PAUL FORT |
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