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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEMORIES, by AUGUSTUS WATTERS First Line: On sad passaic's murky breast Last Line: Of newark's little saints. Subject(s): Memory | |||
On sad Passaic's murky breast, That ripples toward the sea, I'd rather glide at eventide Than on the Thames or Dee, For there, in boyhood's happy hour I plunged beneath the spray, While oft the golden linnet sang, And twilight crept away. And when at noon the knightly elms Beat back the fervid heat, And laugh to see the babies play About their gnarled feet, I think no shining nimbus A Rembrandt ever paints So sacred as the tangled gold Of Newark's little saints. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE BROAD STREET by AUGUSTUS WATTERS |
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