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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by STODDARD KING Poet's Biography First Line: My love goes clad in panvelaine Last Line: She's in them, boy, she's in them. Subject(s): Weaving & Weavers | |||
(After Reading a Dry Goods Trade Journal) My love goes clad in Panvelaine, In Nishni and Veldyne; And what that means in English plain Is no affair of mine. I know not what these weaves may be, Nor yet what loom prepares them -- This fact alone appeals to me: She wears them, boy, she wears them! She walks abroad in Armandel, Kerami and Marleen; Yet I am not the one to tell What all these names may mean. Let that concern the ones who show, The ones who dye and spin them -- This thing, and only this, I know: She's in them, boy, she's in them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN OCTAVES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MY HEART WAS ANCE by ROBERT BURNS THE GALLANT WEAVER by ROBERT BURNS THE WEAVER'S DREAM by ALICE CARY IF THE AUTHOR OF 'IN AMERICAN' HAD SPENT HIS VACATION WITH HORACE ON by STODDARD KING LAMENT IN FORM OF AN EPIGRAM by STODDARD KING POSTMASTER-GENERAL WILL HAYS ENTERS INTO HOLLYWOOD by STODDARD KING |
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