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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PORTRAIT OF A STRANGER, by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE Poet's Biography First Line: She was so young, it seemed that spring had turned Last Line: I think, now, spring's old self lives in her breast. Alternate Author Name(s): Knish, Anne Subject(s): Strangers | |||
She was so young, it seemed that Spring had turned Earthward to make her before brooks were clear Of their last ice, -- before first blades appear Of grass, and not one April flower had burned Its little light under the pale blue sky. She was so young, I knew she could not know Anything more than that the wind can blow Dark violet-blooms to sway most delicately. But one calm evening, when a quiet star Was great and luminous above the west, We talked of what is good and bad and best, And how the nearest things are the most far, And how the things-that-are-not chiefly are . . . . I think, now, Spring's old self lives in her breast. | 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 LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE |
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