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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HORACE TO LEUCONOE, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I pray you not, leuconoe, to pore Last Line: And let the morrow come for what it will. Subject(s): Carpe Diem | |||
I pray you not, Leuconoe, to pore With unpermitted eyes on what may be Appointed by the gods for you and me, Nor on Chaldean figures any more. 'T were infinitely better to implore The present only: -- whether Jove decree More winters yet to come, or whether he Make even this, whose hard, wave-eaten shore Shatters the Tuscan seas to-day, the last -- Be wise withal, and rack your wine, nor fill Your bosom with large hopes; for while I sing, The envious close of time is narrowing; -- So seize the day, or ever it be past, And let the morrow come for what it will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE |
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