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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS IS NOT I, by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS First Line: I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills Last Line: Unanswered desert calls. | |||
I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills High-flung against the sky, Now go with dark-quenched sight through narrow streets, unstill And swift. This is not I. Not I, who watched the terraced flame of sunset climb The unforgetting west, And now glimpse only color over roofs, from time To time and find no rest. This is not I, this grey, uncaring soul who goes Between the city walls, A sightless ghost, transplanted, out of place, who knows Unanswered desert calls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN STORM by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING MY LITTLE DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A CONVENT WITHOUT GOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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