Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ERATO, by RAY CLARKE ROSE First Line: Dear muse, the sweetest of the potent nine Last Line: And makes us love thee and thy numbers well. Subject(s): Love; Nature | ||||||||
Dear muse, the sweetest of the potent nine, Whose fingers play upon the hearts of men Until their ardent chords respond again, Thrilling with love-lorn melody divine, Methinks I hear a tender note of thine Drift from the falling autumn leaves, and when The woodbine bares its scarlet faceah! then I know that love has mocked the summer shine. Each chaliced blossom is a votive shrine Where nature spreads her fairest gifts for thee; Each dewy blade that sparkles on the lea A sacred reliquary crystalline That holds the secret of thy tender spell, And makes us love thee and thy numbers well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN A BACHELOR'S VALENTINE by RAY CLARKE ROSE |
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