Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BOHEME, by MARGARET SACKVILLE Poet's Biography First Line: Instead of fields in blossom-this grey rain! Last Line: With all our conquering visions ranged below. Subject(s): Bohemian Forest, Europe; Fields; Spain; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
INSTEAD of fields in blossomthis grey rain! Instead of foreststhis unworthy street! Instead of golden gardens and green wheat A squalid café in a narrow lane! What of the castles that we built in Spain, The trusted honour of our ancient lands, Our citadels of towers not raised with hands, Oh! have they crumbled back to dream again? Ah! no!the blazing pinacles arise Awaiting us in undismayed delight, And round this little corner of Soho, One morning we shall see, without surprise, A royal banner floating into sight, With all our conquering visions ranged below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL |
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