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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 THE BETTER PART by MATTHEW ARNOLD MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WHITE SPIRITUAL by WILLIAM BERRY LOVE IS BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MEMORIES by MINNIE MCKINNON BOGGS |
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