Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 1, by GOTTFRIED BENN First Line: Oh, that we were our primal ancestors Last Line: Would be too intricate, endure too much. | ||||||||
Oh, that we were our primal ancestors. In a warm bog a little clump of slime. That from our sap, mute plasm and blind spores, Cool deaths, calm lives to viewless growth might climb. A leaf of seaweed or a dune, wind-fed, Whose stolid base but casual waves would touch. A sea-gull's wing, a dragon-fly's bright head Would be too intricate, endure too much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN MORGUE: 2. LOVELY CHILDHOOD by GOTTFRIED BENN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 34. MUTABILITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK THE DESTINY OF GENIUS by MARIA ABDY SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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