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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST MORTEM, by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER Poet's Biography First Line: God knows how often, by her father's door Last Line: And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | |||
God knows how often, by her father's door, We two have wandered in the cypress shade, Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid Upon my shoulder; and that was no more Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore (Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid. Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed, "I feel quite sure that we have met before!" You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit Of luscious scandal you will never know! Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it; You never saw two lovers, pacing slow! From memory I have wiped out every trace; And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 7. SUPREME SURRENDER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE |
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