Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BESIEGED, by DOROTHY E. JACOBS First Line: I stood upon the city wall Last Line: Before me feasts were made. Subject(s): Sun; Towns | ||||||||
I stood upon the city wall And watched the sky, beyond the town, Crowded with golden hosts of clouds. The sun, in its own blood, sank down Wounded to death. And on the plain I saw Burgundian fires laid. Behind me stood the hungry town: Before me feasts were made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN A TOWN DEDICATED TO THE PURSUIT OF FITNESS & INNER PEACE by ANSELM HOLLO AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHAT COULD HAPPEN by DORIANNE LAUX TRAVELOGUE: WHEN WE CONSIDER THE DARK LIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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