Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS IS NOT I, by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS First Line: I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills Last Line: Unanswered desert calls. | ||||||||
I, who have known wide spaces and the sweep of hills High-flung against the sky, Now go with dark-quenched sight through narrow streets, unstill And swift. This is not I. Not I, who watched the terraced flame of sunset climb The unforgetting west, And now glimpse only color over roofs, from time To time and find no rest. This is not I, this grey, uncaring soul who goes Between the city walls, A sightless ghost, transplanted, out of place, who knows Unanswered desert calls. | Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN STORM by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT PRELUDES: 1-4 (COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT PHANTOMS ALL by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD QUATRAIN: FAME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |
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