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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPILOGUE, by ALYS TOWNES First Line: And it was strange you would not let me speak Last Line: I stand, my lips awry with arrogance. | |||
And it was strange you would not let me speak The words. They grew to be so heavy-mute, Perhaps they wore devotion thin. The bleak Day when you spoke, I, newly destitute Of love, found affluence in hoarded speech Worth less than nothing spent, and priceless kept. Those words could never pay my debt: in reach Are others you, with tolerance, accept. Your voice tore off the shabby robe, belief, And undergarments of humility. Better than hooded innocence or silken grief Is the unpurchased gift you leave with me. Untouchable, though bare to every glance, I stand, my lips awry with arrogance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI THE UNFORGIVEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL THE COMING OF THE SNOW by MARION L. BERTRAND ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN - PROLOGUE FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |
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