Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOLD, by GRACE ROREM ROBBINS First Line: As brilliant as a nugget on the floor Last Line: Lest gold-flecked dreams become but ashen grey. Subject(s): Gold; Time | ||||||||
As brilliant as a nugget on the floor Of stream-washed sands, Time often lets you lie Unnoticed by your lover's searching eye And eager heart which ever yearn for more. How earnestly he scales the heights, heart-sore From seeking out rich veins with which to try To hold your adoration; passing by, But never knowingly, the magic ore. Perhaps a moving melody or song In vibrant circles covering the earth May call him near to where his heart would stay; Yet this I know, Time must not wait too long To herald golden qualities of worth Lest gold-flecked dreams become but ashen grey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND |
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