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 BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN |
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