and as the memory of each hard melodramatic word laced my mind I heard (thoughts of Shelley's Ocean's nursling plus) the language pitch of this "woebegone population"; in other words, was this still such a place? of "blearness of scrofulous children"? in a landscape of draggle-tailed pregnant women? I didn't think so. A different enchantment now held. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |