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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AIRS FOR A FLUTE, by MARJORIE MEEKER First Line: I said, 'it is your voice I hear' Last Line: And the bright drooped floowers. | |||
I I said, "It is your voice I hear," But it was the clear Curving of bells at twilight. I said, "It is you who breathe, who stir," But it was the whir Of beating wings, It was the stir Of dazzled shadowy things That come before night. II Sweet as the thinned Light silver of flutes, Swift as the edge of wind, You come who sheathe Yourself in brightness, Who wreathe Your sharp whiteness In curving lines of gold. The stunned light Recedes to let you pass: The hard Clear day is marred, Like a cracked glass. III Let it be you After the gold ebbing of hours And the hot noon sweetness; After the languor And the bright drooped floowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST SONG TO A POET by MARJORIE MEEKER LATE AUTUMN, EARLY WINTER by MARJORIE MEEKER SENTIMENTAL HISTORY by MARJORIE MEEKER SONG FOR A MAY NIGHT by MARJORIE MEEKER THE DEFEATED YEARS by MARJORIE MEEKER THE UNWARY HEART by MARJORIE MEEKER WITCH'S SONG by MARJORIE MEEKER GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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