Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT A POET'S GRAVE, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: When I leave down this pipe my friend Last Line: And summer-bells are rung. Subject(s): Death; Epitaphs; Flowers; Funerals; Graves; Sleep; Dead, The; Burials; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
WHEN I leave down this pipe my friend And sleep with flowers I loved, apart, My songs shall rise in wilding things Whose roots are in my heart. And here where that sweet poet sleeps I hear the songs he left unsung, When winds are fluttering the flowers And summer-bells are rung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE |
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