Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INTERMEZZO; PASTORAL: 7. IN THE MEADOWS AT MANTUA, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: But to have lain upon the grass Last Line: The meadow-grass at mantua! Subject(s): Fields; Mantua, Italy; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
BUT to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into the quiet of green grass; But to have lain and loved the sun, Under the shadow of the trees, To have been found in unison, Once only, with the blessed sun; Ah! in these flaring London nights, Where midnight withers into morn, How quiet a rebuke it writes Across the sky of London nights! Upon the grass at Mantua These London nights were all forgot. They wake for me again: but ah, The meadow-grass at Mantua! | 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 NERVES by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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