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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW ENGLAND WALLS, by AMORY HARE Poet's Biography
First Line: Not from the blow that shall deliver death
Last Line: My flesh would pass, leaving my spirit here.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hutchinson, Amory Hare
Subject(s): Death; Love; Memory; New England; Walls; Dead, The
First Line: Not from the blow that shall deliver death
Last Line: My flesh would pass, leaving my spirit here.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hutchinson, Amory Hare
Subject(s): Death; Love; Memory; New England; Walls; Dead, The
Not from the blow that shall deliver death
Or sleep unstirred by any thought of thee;
Not from the slow diminishing of breath
That shall at last steal memory from me;
Not from such things, amazed, would I shrink,
But from the loss of intimate delight
In this, the world we loved -- this vibrant link
Between all beauty and the deeper sight.
These fields with walls made holy by dead hands --
Stones that are journeys by both man and beast --
These pastures greener than all other lands,
Where the plows broke and sweating teams were eased,
Should I grow blind to these -- ah, Love! In fear
My flesh would pass, leaving my spirit here.
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