Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE VALLEY OF WHITE POPPIES, by WILLIAM SHARP


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THE VALLEY OF WHITE POPPIES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Between the grey pastures and the dark wood
Last Line: I am alone now among the silent grasses.
Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona
Subject(s): Death; Future Life; Poppies; Salvation; Silence; Dead, The; Retribution; Eternity; After Life


Between the grey pastures and the dark wood
A valley of white poppies is lit by the low moon:
It is the grave of dreams, a holy rood.

It is quiet there: no wind doth ever fall.
Long, long ago a wind sang once a heartsweet rune.
Now the white poppies grow, silent and tall.

A white bird floats there like a drifting leaf:
It feeds upon faint sweet hopes and perishing dreams
And the still breath of unremembering grief.

And as a silent leaf the white bird passes,
Winnowing the dusk by dim forgetful streams.
I am alone now among the silent grasses.





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