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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS, by PAUL VERLAINE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Too red, too red the roses were Last Line: And of all things but you . . . But you. . . . Subject(s): Flowers; Hair; Roses; Singing & Singers | |||
Too red, too red the roses were, Too black the ivy on the tree -- Dear, at the trembling of your hair All my despair comes back to me. Too blue and tender was the sky, The sea too green, the air too sweet -- I always fear -- why should not I? -- The cruel fleeing of your feet. I am weary of leaves bright and dim, Of shining box and sombre yew, Of the horizon's endless rim, And of all things but you . . . but you. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY |
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