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Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
The sudden night is here at once: The lost lamb cries and runs and stands, For all the poppy cups are hands To seize and take him when he runs. The dusky cups are blood colour; And like a cup of blood this one To drink, and be with Babylon, And love and kiss the lips of her.- Thy sins as snow!-just then it burned The dark-a flaming face and bust; And just beneath here in the dust The Scarlet Woman laughed and turned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM THE WORLD by CHARLES WEEKES THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY |
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