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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRIEF ELEGY, by DAVID IGNATOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In every beautiful song is a promise of sleep Last Line: Sing to me, strolling through silent streets Subject(s): Singing & Singers; Sleep | |||
It was that time when I could sit by a window and read books. Naturally, I grew fat, and the books heavy. Blooming out from behind in tight knickers, I cruised between library and window chair, airily like a yacht. On the street I heard cursing by foreign kids not in found books. Right through me the kids shouted. I could have been air, as I crossed their games, hurt at being invisible. In the library, the books smelled of leather and paper dust. I would pull back my head out of the press made by the leaves and thought the smell not unpleasant but close, binding me in. I needed air. Out in the street, one arm hooked around a pile of books, I walked, feeling the crippled position of my arm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU'S SWEET TO YO' MAMMY JES DE SAME by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE GOING TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |
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