Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A REJECTED COMRADE, by COSETTE FAUST NEWTON First Line: I fear, my friend, you would not greatly care Last Line: Of all attempt to make our pathways blend. Subject(s): Friendship | ||||||||
I fear, my friend, you would not greatly care For those rough paths I set my feet upon; Nor would you rugged, unknown mountains dare, When every vestige of your strength had gone. No Chinese bandits would you like to meet, Nor foreign foods -- a menace to your health -- Nor wild adventure down some native street -- YET -- I would seek these, even if by stealth, -- And while I sought strange foods and stranger faces, Weird temple dancing, -- crags and dangers grim, -- If YOU found travel meant just more new places For playing bridge and keeping well in trim Your game, -- ah then, my friend, would come the end Of all attempt to make our pathways blend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU & I BELONG IN THIS KITCHEN by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JASON THE REAL by TONY HOAGLAND NO RESURRECTION by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 18 by JAMES JOYCE THE STONE TABLE by GALWAY KINNELL ALMSWOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNET: 10. TO A FRIEND by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE MOTHER by COSETTE FAUST NEWTON TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |
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