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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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO SONG OF THE SATYRS TO ARIADNE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DRIED MILLPOND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BEFORE VICKSBURG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER OUT OF THE SILENCE OF MY DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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