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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOWISE POOR, by GUSTAV DAVIDSON First Line: Let it be as you say, that I am one Last Line: Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | |||
Let it be as you say, that I am one On whom no seal is set, no accolade; A pawn of fate, advantaged and dismayed, And routed ere the race is well begun! Let it be that I cannot, in the sun, Maintain my place, but am like others swayed By the world's gods in glittering parade, Bending the knee to each new eidolon! Yet need I count me nowise poor in this Reproof of yours, so long as I can still, Out of great lack and greater grieving, fill My eyes with beauty where no beauty is: Achieving in the city's roar a hill Of dreams; wings, out of its soul's chrysalis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI TRISTRAM AND ISEULT by MATTHEW ARNOLD GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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