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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POMPEII, by JOY HAUSMANN First Line: Come down the oleander-bordered road Last Line: While nothing of his master's house remains? | |||
Come down the oleander-bordered road That ends before an ancient farmer's gate. The deep-worn ruts where humble traffic flowed Have been preserved by unselective Fate. The gods are fallen like the temple walls, Though painted Cupids give a dining-room More life, today, than ruined justice halls, And garden walks outlive the atrium. What tempted old Vesuvius to save A counter where the wine was ladled out To rustic tradesmen, or the house a slave Lived in, his roof intact with water-spout And jar still underneath to catch the rains, While nothing of his master's house remains? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON DERELICT; A REMINISCENCE OF R.L.S.'S TREASURE ISLAND by YOUNG EWING ALLISON A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |
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