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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
KNIFE OF NOSTALGIA, by AVANELLE WILMETH BLAIR First Line: I wish that I had been awake last night Last Line: And silence, as of sleeping years, stilled my tongue. Subject(s): Sensibility | |||
I wish that I had been awake last night When that little wind wandered to my window; But I was drowsy and it went with the light Of dawn, brushing the wet wisteria below. I am sure now that it came up from home ... Perhaps across her grave, in that tangle-garden's River-chill. It seemed that something of south-loam Was left to my nostrils; and that old grief that hardens Like hail in the heart was with me, again; The gray memory of our old meadow-fence flung A thin knife of nostalgia at my brain, And silence, as of sleeping years, stilled my tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SENSIBILITY by ROBERT BURNS MY MOUNTAIN HOME by MARJORIE A. SCHRIER PLUS INTRA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE NUNC ET SEMPER by INGEMAR LECKIUS OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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