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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHOOSING HYMNS, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography First Line: We sat and sang our hymns. The sweet- / mouthed organ Last Line: The young naked moon couched on the hawthorn's breast. Subject(s): Hymns (as Literary Form); Music & Musicians | |||
WE sat and sang our hymns. The sweet-mouthed organ Muted its music into dreariest drones. The widow chose, then the aunt and strait-lipped daughter, And rejoiced in the lingering, lugubrious tones. Through the west mullion I could see the hawthorn Baring his boughs, and scarce a leaf left behind. The plain cold light grew dusk as we chose on, And voices with the sad-stopped organ whined. And then I chose "The Church's One Foundation," Because, I said, as a boy I liked it best. As we sang all five versus I saw through the window The young naked moon couched on the hawthorn's breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |
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