Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COMING POET, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: Is it far to the town?' said the poet Last Line: Fame at his crumbled head. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
'Is it far to the town?' said the poet, As he stood 'neath the groaning vane, And the warm lights shimmered silver On the skirts of the windy rain. 'There are those who call me,' he pleaded, 'And I'm wet and travel-sore.' But nobody spoke from the shelter, And he turned from the bolted door. And they wait in the town for the poet With stones at the gates, and jeers, But away on the wolds of distance In the blue of a thousand years He sleeps with the age that knows him, In the clay of the unborn, dead, Rest at his weary insteps, Fame at his crumbled head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE |
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