Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHLOE TO AMARYLLIS, by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: That you are poor, that I grow old Last Line: The god all ready to our hand. Subject(s): Memory; Old Age | ||||||||
That you are poor, that I grow old, It matters not. Our battles hold. The lovely, undisturbèd things Are left for our rememberings. Kings' houses; graves out on the downs; Shop windows in great ancient towns; The rooks tossed up the rosy sky Out of the vicarage garden high; The minster tower poignant with years That shook the dusk as though with tears. Scraps of old music dewy-clear Haunt us each turning of the year; When fields are coloured like a stone, A thought of April can atone; Of cowslip flowers golden small Under a windy village wall. That you are poor, and I grow old! But memories keep; but battles hold: The footspace snatched from quaking mire; From dying dreams the undying fire; And when we trod the perilous land, The god all ready to our hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |
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