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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 1, by GOTTFRIED BENN First Line: Oh, that we were our primal ancestors Last Line: Would be too intricate, endure too much. | |||
Oh, that we were our primal ancestors. In a warm bog a little clump of slime. That from our sap, mute plasm and blind spores, Cool deaths, calm lives to viewless growth might climb. A leaf of seaweed or a dune, wind-fed, Whose stolid base but casual waves would touch. A sea-gull's wing, a dragon-fly's bright head Would be too intricate, endure too much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN MORGUE: 2. LOVELY CHILDHOOD by GOTTFRIED BENN THE WELCOME by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE POOR MAN'S PIG by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NAPOLEON III IN ITALY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IN THE PLACE DE LA BASTILLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GHOSTS OF CONQUEST by ALBERT EDWARD CLEMENTS BOSTON NURSERY RHYME: RHYME FOR A CHEMICAL BABY by FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS COOK |
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