Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WITH MY CIGAR, by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY First Line: With my cigar I sit alone Last Line: With my cigar! Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes | ||||||||
WITH my cigar I sit alone, Alone in twilight's undertone, With wav'ring shadows growing deep, While long-forgotten faces peep Midst curling mists of smoke, now blown Into a frame that doth enthrone A face that from my heart hath grown. Sweet mem'ries o'er my being creep, With my cigar. Those hazel eyes on me have shone, Those roguish lips have pressed my own, And this the harvest that I reap! And this the sweetness that I keep, To wake, to find the vision flown With my cigar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON CHANEL NO. 5 by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |
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