Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THINGS THAT DIE, by MARY BETH LEWIS First Line: A tune so softly whistled in the street Last Line: To mind the things that die! Subject(s): Mortality | ||||||||
A tune so softly whistled in the street, A melody from out the past, A bar that ever so carelessly may beat Into each heart a strange, vibrant remembrance to last. A drum, a horn, marching feet, a weird dream; Forgetfulness of that awful strife! Closed eyes that once had held so fierce a gleam! 'Tis but the remnant of a broken life! A careless thought Of days gone by, So easily brought To mind the things that die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISE MEN IN THEIR BAD HOURS by ROBINSON JEFFERS READING ALOUD TO MY FATHER by JANE KENYON THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE |
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