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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A STREET SONG, by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD Poet's Biography First Line: Rare wine is theirs Last Line: For the silent places. | |||
RARE wine is theirs Who have no taste for wine; For them who have no hunger Great herds of kine; For hearts that have no craving Delight and laughter In the days that were -- and now, And in the days hereafter. But Thirst must walk The hot, unwatered lands; And Hunger must stalk With white and empty hands; And Rest must move forever, And Peace assemble Where the great guns boom and crash And the brown rocks tremble. No love have I Whose heart was made for loving; No lands have I Whose foot was made for roving. Lonely now I walk the street, Cold with alien faces -- Lonely from the long defeat And the yearning, bitter-sweet, For the silent places. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF LONESOMENESS by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD A SONG OF THE UNRETURNING by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD A SONG OF TWO HOUSES by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD A SONG TO THE VALIANT by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD AN ADVENTURER'S SONG by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD AN EVENING SONG by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD AND NO ONE SHALL FORGET by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD AS A WHITE MOON by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD BIRCHES by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD CENTRE STREET by WILSON PUGSLEY MACDONALD |
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