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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
QUESTION, by EUGENE DE BULLET First Line: What eye reflect the sight Last Line: Caverned from me apart. | |||
What eye reflect the sight Of this star-stippled night: What throat produce the words Of these night-haunted birds, Feathered, who sleep by day With silence none can say? The ripple's perfect arc, Nudging the river's glass, Astounds the huddled dark Where shadows hugely pass; Circumference none may draw. This then the body's flaw: No cool peace-perfect thing Hs sprung, nor yet may spring, And as a ripple ply These under-depths of sky Wherein I tensely stand -- Hot word and ready hand Who own -- to probe the heart Caverned from me apart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAMERS by EUGENE DE BULLET SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG |
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