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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWORD, by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH First Line: My sword I shook Last Line: Away, I said... | |||
My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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