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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VERLAINE, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers Last Line: Can blot the star that shines on paris now. Subject(s): Verlaine, Paul (1844-1896) | |||
Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers To touch the covered corpse of him that fled The uplands for the fens and rioted Like a sick satyr with doom's worshippers? -- Come! -- let the grass grow there; and leave his verse To tell the story of the life he led. Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead, And let the worms be its biographers. Song sloughs away the sin to find redress In art's complete remembrance: nothing clings For long but laurel to the stricken brow That felt the Muse's finger; nothing less Than hell's fulfillment of the end of things Can blot the star that shines on Paris now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMB (OF PAUL VERLAINE) by STEPHANE MALLARME MUSEUM: LIMITS (OR GOOD-BYES) by JORGE LUIS BORGES BIRDS IN THE NIGHT by LUIS CERNUDA TOMB OF PAUL VERLAINE by FRANCIS GOLFFING LOST IN TRANSLATION; FOR RICHARD HOWARD by JAMES INGRAM MERRILL VARIATION ON VERLAINE by THOMAS STURGE MOORE AKHMATOVA & MODIGLIANI by KATE NORTHROP A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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