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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOOD, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness Last Line: Such hurt perchance as nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken. Subject(s): Anxiety | |||
A BLIGHT, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness -- Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness; A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's in-sistence; A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone existence; A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken -- Such hurt perchance as Nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE OF TOWNS: ANNA TOWN by ANNE CARSON IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN TURN OFF THE NEWS by ANSELM HOLLO THE LOVE POEMS OF MARICHIKO: 37 by KENNETH REXROTH IN THE TAXI TO THE MRI by RACHEL HADAS IN MY SON'S ROOM, NOT SLEEPING by RACHEL HADAS ANXIETY'S PROSODY by ARCHIE RANDOLPH AMMONS AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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