Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETREAT, by YORK SAMPSON First Line: Go into the silence, sons Last Line: Bang crass and bid you wake. Subject(s): Peace; Rest; Silence | ||||||||
Go into the silence, sons. Go to the earth for a time; Let verdure creep And quiet heap Great peace upon your rhyme. Be a long time there, lads, Be there till you ache For louder songs Where gaudy gongs Bang crass and bid you wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF SILENCE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TANKA DIARY (9) by HARRYETTE MULLEN 7 A.M., A MAN AND A WOMAN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A CERTAIN POET by YORK SAMPSON |
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