Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRAVELLER'S DUTY, by MIRIAM ALLEN DEFORD First Line: Come day, go day Last Line: But will not teach us how to do it! Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
Come day, go day, There's sorrow at the end of it. Turn road, wind road, There's mystery in the bend of it. Oh, all the winds of all the worlds That lose themselves in starry spaces Can never blow the secret off That stares at us in common faces. Life long, life short, There's love to meet in tears or laughter. Die soon, die late, There's Grandsir Death to walk with, after. And be you great or be you small, There's no way out but going through it. Oh, curious fate that makes us live, But will not teach us how to do it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING BRIGHT HORSEMAN by MIRIAM ALLEN DEFORD |
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