|
|
|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A STRANGER, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: You who turn to look on me Last Line: And not what was or what will be. Subject(s): Strangers | |||
YOU who turn to look on me, You seem to pity what you see;— Lips on phantom kisses fed, Eyes familiar with the dead, Hands that clasp a shadow tight, Feet that track a lost delight, Breast where memory panting lies, Hair stirred by disembodied sighs— Yet you who turn to look on me You need not pity what you see: The valley's depth proclaims the height, The shadow testifies to light, Joy's noons are set 'twixt night and night; And you, who turn to look on me, You see but what there is to see, And not what was or what will be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIALOGUE PARTLY PLATONIC by MADELINE DEFREES THE SANDWICH MAN by RON PADGETT FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MAN WITHOUT LEATHER BREECHES by JAMES TATE A CHILD'S THOUGHTS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
| |