Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 25. WINGED HOURS, by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Each hour until we meet is as a bird Last Line: Sees through the untuneful bough the wingless skies? Alternate Author Name(s): Rossetti, Gabriel Charles Dante Subject(s): Soul | ||||||||
EACH hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul,--his song Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: But at the hour of meeting, a clear word Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue; Yet, Love, thou know'st the sweet strain suffers wrong, Full oft through our contending joys unheard. What of that hour at last, when for her sake No wing may fly to me nor song may flow, When, wandering round my life unleaved, I know The bloodied feathers scattered in the brake, And think how she, far from me, with like eyes Sees through the untuneful bough the wingless skies? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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