and as the memory of each hard melodramatic word laced my mind I heard (thoughts of Shelley's Ocean's nursling plus) the language pitch of this "woebegone population"; in other words, was this still such a place? of "blearness of scrofulous children"? in a landscape of draggle-tailed pregnant women? I didn't think so. A different enchantment now held. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON MR. STOTHARD TO MR. CROMEK by WILLIAM BLAKE TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE ENVOY (1) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO MY FRIEND THE AUTHOR; PREFACE TO 'TIS PITY SHE'S A WHORE' by THOMAS ELLICE |