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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FROM AN UNKNOWN IN WARTIME: 2, by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL Poet's Biography First Line: Night will be night, not this engulfing wave Last Line: Your new love holds you ... Would I let you go? Subject(s): War | |||
Night will be night, not this engulfing wave Of passion-spangled wonder with whose crest We soar ... when you are gone! I'll feel the west New-Washed in blood each sunset; and the grave Her dance of death will fling along the brave Vine-tendrilled woods in bachanal garlands dressed. The dark how deadly! Death still loves the best; And you Death's darling, you that Death must have! You will not come again, oh, never again. The dawnlight, heavy with your nevermore, Will lay a lover's hand upon my door. The pant and yearning of all winds that blow Will call you like my bosom, all in vain. Your new love holds you ... Would I let you go? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL |
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