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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POEM, by FRANK THIBAULT First Line: The green of grass and purple hills Last Line: They stir me to the root with pain. | |||
The green of grass and purple hills Vaulted by unblemished blue; The struggle of a seed to sun; Kittens of a cat at nurse; An infant's hand in mother's locked; The cow herd on the flat Tended by a boy and girl -- Comely lass and alert boy Against the colored symphony Of movement that is life; These, and the sparkling white Of plastered homes, Roofed with tiles of rusty red -- Are simple things in lives of men. Yet, simple though these be, these things -- They stir me to the root with pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN TO AN OWL by FRANK THIBAULT O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IBN KOLTHUM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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