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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LETTER, by HENRI BARBUSSE First Line: The clock ticks the slow minutes out Last Line: Whether 'tis I who write, or thou. . . . Subject(s): Letters; Writing & Writers | |||
THE clock ticks the slow minutes out, And the lamp listens as I write. Soon I shall close mine eyes, no doubt, And sleep and dream of us to-night. The soft glow o'er my forehead slips, Thy voice sounds in my fevered ear . . . Thy smiling name is on my lips, And on my hand thy fingers dear. I feel the charm of yesterday; Thy poor heart sobs within me now; And, in this dreaming, who shall say Whether 'tis I who write, or thou. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CELL, SELECTION by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 126: THE DOUBTING MAN by LYN HEJINIAN WAKING THE MORNING DREAMLESS AFTER LONG SLEEP by JANE HIRSHFIELD COMPULSIVE QUALIFICATIONS by RICHARD HOWARD DEUTSCH DURCH FREUD by RANDALL JARRELL LET THEM ALONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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