Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BARDS, by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The bards falter in shame, their running verse Last Line: To stir his black pots and to bed on straw. Subject(s): Bards; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
The bards falter in shame, their running verse Stumbles, with marrow-bones the drunken diners Pelt them for their delay. It is a something fearful in the song Plagues theman unknown grief that like a churl Goes common-place in cowskin And bursts unheralded, crowing and coughing, An unpilled holly-club twirled in his hand, Into their many-shielded, samite-curtained, Jewel-bright hall where twelve kings sit at chess Over the white-bronze pieces and the gold; And by a gross enchantment Flails down the rafters and leads off the queens The wild-swan-breasted, the rose-ruddy-cheeked, Raven-haired daughters of their admiration To stir his black pots and to bed on straw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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