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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALL LAST NIGHT I HAD QUIET, by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: The white sabbath of her arm Subject(s): Dreams; Togetherness; Nightmares | |||
All last night I had quiet In a fragrant dream and warm: She became my Sabbath, And round my neck, her arm. I knew the warmth in my dreaming; The fragrance, I suppose, Was her hair about me, Or else she wore a rose. Her hair I think; for likest Woodruffe 'twas, when Spring Loitering down the wet woodways Treads it sauntering. No light, nor any speaking; Fragrant only and warm. Enough to know my lodging, The white Sabbath of her arm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |
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