Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 1, 1, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Sometimes, when winding slow by brook and bower Last Line: God were not god, whom knowledge cannot know. Subject(s): God | ||||||||
Sometimes, when winding slow by brook and bower, Beating the idle grass,--of what avail, I ask, are these dim fancies, cares and fears? What though from every bank I drew a flower,-- Bloodroot, king orchis, or the pearlwort pale,-- And set it in my verse with thoughtful tears? What would it count though I should sing my death And muse and mourn with as poetic breath As in damp garden walks the autumn gale Sighs o'er the fallen floriage? What avail Is the swan's voice if all the hearers fail? Or his great flight that no eye gathereth In the blending blue? And yet depending so, God were not God, whom knowledge cannot know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN |
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