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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INVITATION, by EUGENE DE BULLET First Line: Lady, forsake the torrid coastal marshes Last Line: Slipped from my side and turned away her face. | |||
Lady, forsake the torrid coastal marshes, The festering faces and the stagnant talk, For there are venomous serpents in the rushes With beady eyes that eye you where you walk; And I will show you trees at moon-set striking The attitudes my grim despair distils, And I will serve you coffee to your liking When morning breaks with singing in the hills. I have not felt the wind of beauty blowing Sweet from your hands upon me in this place; I do not even know your brightest going Through alien streets enamoured of your grace. I only know that peace beyond my knowing Slipped from my side and turned away her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAMERS by EUGENE DE BULLET EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 98 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR: DECEMBER by JOHN CLARE TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN, WHOM THE AUTHOR HAD KNOWN ... by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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