Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REVERBERATION, by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK Poet's Biography First Line: At night in the old house of life I lie alone Last Line: Of my heart's forest a far horn sounds drowsily . . . Subject(s): Dust; Love - Loss Of; Solitude; Loneliness | ||||||||
At night in the old house of life I lie alone: Spiders have fastened their soft webs, like clouds, between Rafter and ceiling; thereshold and gray floor are grown Heavy with dust, where for so long no foot has been. Mice in the dark of the old walls gnaw at the deep Roots of the night, and softly on the dewy air The cricket's cry comes drifting in -- even in sleep I hear it; but I am too sorrowful to care. Love has left me and Song has left me, and I know I am a harp silent to all those lovely Things That laid such hands upon me here so long ago. Night deepens. Echo slumbers along the strings -- Only the murmur, vaguely felt, of the hushed blood That on the shores of the old dream, like a vast sea, Moves in the darkness, morning; and in the solitude Of my heart's forest a far horn sounds drowsily . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK |
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