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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...BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ASPIRATIONS: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS BLINDNESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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