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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 VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WITH A COPY OF CALVERLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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