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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY ALCOVE, by JAMES R. AGGELES
First Line: I hold a song within my heart
Last Line: Give voice to what they know.
Subject(s): Despair
First Line: I hold a song within my heart
Last Line: Give voice to what they know.
Subject(s): Despair
I hold a song within my heart
Of minor motif: tempo—slow
There is a little alcove there
That shelters much of woe.
My soul might speak of trials sore
Endured with near despair.
My lips might whisper sage-like lore
Gained sage-like through care.
My heart is made of duckling's down
The minors fall as water.
My alcove can accommodate
Each hope that fate may slaughter.
My soul survives—a court supreme
The trials come—and go
My lips dare not, like pyramids
Give voice to what they know.
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