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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 1, by GOTTFRIED BENN First Line: Oh, that we were our primal ancestors Last Line: Would be too intricate, endure too much. | |||
Oh, that we were our primal ancestors. In a warm bog a little clump of slime. That from our sap, mute plasm and blind spores, Cool deaths, calm lives to viewless growth might climb. A leaf of seaweed or a dune, wind-fed, Whose stolid base but casual waves would touch. A sea-gull's wing, a dragon-fly's bright head Would be too intricate, endure too much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN MORGUE: 2. LOVELY CHILDHOOD by GOTTFRIED BENN MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN THIRTEEN AT TABLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN EPITAPH ON MR.WM. HOPTON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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