Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN HOUR IN A STUDIO, by RICHARD WATSON GILDER Poet's Biography First Line: Each picture was a painted memory Last Line: They circled them with music in the night. Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Paintings & Painters | ||||||||
(SINGING OF THE PLAINSMEN) EACH picture was a painted memory Of the far plains he loved, and of their life, Weird, mystical, dark, inarticulate, -- And cities hidden high against the blue, Whose sky-hung steps one Indian could guard. The enchanted Mesa there its fated wall Lifted, and all its story lived again; How, in the happy planting time, the strong Went down to push the seeds into the sand, Leaving the old and sick. Then reeled the world And toppled to the plain the perilous path. Death climbed another way to them who stayed. He showed us pictured thirst, a dreadful sight; And many tales he told that might have come, -- Brought by some planet-wanderer, -- fresh from Mars, Or from the silver deserts of the moon. But I remember better than all else One night he told of in that land of fright, -- The love-songs swarthy men sang to their herds On the high plains to keep the beasts in heart; Piercing the silence one keen tenor voice Singing "Ai nostri monti" clear and high: Instead of stakes and fences round about They circled them with music in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1801: AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE ENVOY TO CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD HOWARD VENETIAN INTERIOR, 1889 by RICHARD HOWARD THERE IS A GOLD LIGHT IN CERTAIN OLD PAINTINGS by DONALD JUSTICE DUTCH INTERIORS by JANE KENYON INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CHINA PAINTERS by TED KOOSER ELEGY FOR SOL LEWITT by ANN LAUTERBACH ON THE SEPARATION OF ADAM AND EVE by TIMOTHY LIU |
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