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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STRANGER; TO WILL ROTHENSTEIN, by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Her face was like sad things: was like the lights Last Line: With us, her passing image: but herself %far over the dark hills and the long sea | |||
Her face was like sad things: was like the lights Of a great city, seen from far off fields, Her face was like sad things: was like the lights Or seen from sea: sad things, as are the fires Of a great city, seen from far off fields, Lit in a land of furnaces by night: Or seen from sea: sad things, as are the fires Sad things, as are the reaches of a stream Flowing beneath a golden moon alone. Lit in a land of furnaces by night: Sad things, as are the reaches of a stream And her clear voice, full of remembrances, Came like faint music down the distant air. Flowing beneath a golden moon alone. As though she had a spirit of dead joy And her clear voice, full of remembrances, About her, looked the sorrow of her ways: Came like faint music down the distant air. As though she had a spirit of dead joy If light there be, the dark hills are to climb About her, looked the sorrow of her ways: First: and if calm, far over the long sea. If light there be, the dark hills are to climb Fallen from all the world apart she seemed, First: and if calm, far over the long sea. Into a silence and a memory. Fallen from all the world apart she seemed, What had the thin hands done, that now they strained Together in such passion? And those eyes, Into a silence and a memory. What had the thin hands done, that now they strained What saw they long ago, that now they dreamed Along the busy streets, blind but to dreams? Together in such passion? And those eyes, Her white lips mocked the world, and all therein: What saw they long ago, that now they dreamed She had known more than this; she wanted not Along the busy streets, blind but to dreams? Her white lips mocked the world, and all therein: This, who had known the past so great a thing. She had known more than this; she wanted not Moving about our ways, herself she moved This, who had known the past so great a thing. In things done, years remembered, places gone. Lonely, amid the living crowds, as dead, Moving about our ways, herself she moved She walked with wonderful and sad regard: In things done, years remembered, places gone. Lonely, amid the living crowds, as dead, With us, her passing image: but herself She walked with wonderful and sad regard: Far over the dark hills and the long sea. -1889 With us, her passing image: but herself Far over the dark hills and the long sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON A FRIEND by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON CELTIC SPEECH by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ENTHUSIASTS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON FRIENDS: 4 by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON HILL AND VALE by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON LOVE'S WAYS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON MYSTIC AND CAVALIER by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |
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