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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAGMENTS, by MARY BRENT WHITESIDE First Line: How little words that I have loved go shod Last Line: We are spent leaves, but we have touched a rose. Subject(s): God | |||
How little words that I have loved go shod In fragments of the loveliness of God! And men have dared the pinnacles of art, Who hold one vanished gesture of a saint, In stateliness of marble, or in paint, Whose source is deep within the Infinite heart. Marble is cold, and paint is all too thin to shape the body of God's beauty in; We dare a brow, and reach a garment's hem, To touch it lightly, as the trees will hold In late October, miracles of gold, Before the spendthrift winds sweep over them. These winds have scattered us about earth's feet, Like colored leaves that whisper in the street Outside a high and royal garden close. We are ourselves but fragments; passionate stuff That shapes one dream of God; it is enough. We are spent leaves, but we have touched a rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS BLUE HERON by MARY BRENT WHITESIDE |
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