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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EXILE, by ARTHUR JONSON First Line: Today a palanquin Last Line: Above the water's edge? | |||
Today a palanquin, making a staccato of color against the sky, came by me. As I watched, the curtains were parted and a white hand breathed the air. When shall I go back? When shall I see again your little feet dancing above the water's edge? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAR MOUNTAINS by ARTHUR JONSON THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RETALIATION by OLIVER GOLDSMITH ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND |
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