Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUR OF MEMORY, by CLAUDE HOUGHTON Poet's Biography First Line: Like pallid ghosts of beautiful dead days Last Line: And all the world is gray and still and sad. Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
LIKE pallid ghosts of beautiful dead days, My deathless memories glide with timid feet Across the shadowy threshold of my soul, And linger there and whisper piteous things Of hopes outworn and coloured dreams of flame, Then pass again into the starless night ... Ah, love! I hear their feet upon the leaves And all the world is gray and still and sad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE CHANT D'AUTOMNE by CLAUDE HOUGHTON |
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