|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REMEMBERING, by GLENN CLAIRMONTE First Line: When the wind was sitting in the long-fingered tree Last Line: Is for my own, my lost and beautiful? | |||
When the wind was sitting in the long-fingered tree The rain came, and they two wept, Mourning someone beautiful and gone, Though neither spoke her name. I went from the warm house where the panes were trembling, Went to them, one as sad as they: Who knows but what, I thought, such grief as this Is for my own, my lost and beautiful? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD THE MESSENGER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
| |