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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 NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOUIS XV by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS |
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