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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAST SONG TO A POET, by MARJORIE MEEKER First Line: This is the ancient irony of words Last Line: Whose very silences are lovelier. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
This is the ancient irony of words, That they, the light, the free, the proudly spoken, More perilous and bright than naked swords, Should fall in rust and be each one a token Of musty memory, obscure and broken. Ah, cool imperious words that gravely strive To pierce dark separate meanings, lover by lover, In arrowed ways . . The savage few shall live, The disenchanted fragile rest give over . . . Let the cold comfort them, the hard night cover. But you, who are to me haunted singing Of all the world's lost beauty . . let none stir That song with lesser voices, lightly bringing Moth-words to music, lovely words to her Whose very silences are lovelier. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB AIRS FOR A FLUTE by MARJORIE MEEKER |
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