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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BACK TO EARTH, by AGNES I. EASON First Line: I stood on the mountain top Last Line: Grew below! | |||
I stood on the mountain top, With fanfare of trumpet, Blazing was the sunshine On my white armor, Nothing but desolate Space above! I fell from the mountain top, Fell to depths of the valley, Soiled my white armor, Broken my trumpet, But -- exquisite violets Grew below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL OF HATE by AGNES I. EASON THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN THE DEAD MISTRESS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE CAFE TORTONI ('81) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SOLDIER'S RETURN by ROBERT BURNS EARLY DEATH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNET: 4 by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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