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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How shall I give thee what was never mine? Last Line: This book of verses, writ in love of thee. Subject(s): Love; Poetry & Poets | |||
How shall I give thee what was never mine? I have no voice, no hope beneath the sky; All sound and silence are a melody Played on my heartstrings by some touch of thine. Thine is the glory of my brave design, The ardour, the compulsion, and the cry; Mine but the hoarseness and the unbidden sigh Muffling the silver music of the line. If aught of rapture from the feeble string Escape and swell and tremble as I sing, Think what the might of loveliness must be, That from the dust could raise a living thing, And from the cold heart of a doubter wring This book of verses, writ in love of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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