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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLAY OF SAND, by RUDOLPH N. HILL Poet's Biography First Line: Clay that was fashioned of sand Last Line: Lo, I shall wander at will! | |||
Clay that was fashioned of sand, Ripple-marked by the long years; Let me but hold, love, your hand; I shall forget all my fears. What though the Pale Singer come, Putting cold lips to my ear; Through with the bugle and drum, May I not quite gladly hear? Out of this palace of dust Let the wind blow, and be still! One with the tongues that are hushed, Lo, I shall wander at will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAN ANTONIO MEMORIES by RUDOLPH N. HILL TO A PAPOOSE by RUDOLPH N. HILL WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN THE FINEST DAY OF ONE'S LIFE by JACQUES BARON |
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