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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FLYING WORDS, by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP Poet's Biography First Line: Now through the skies do come impetuous messengers Last Line: In the staring terrible hours when sleep is slow. Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary | |||
Now through the skies do come impetuous messengers Their earnest loud ape-wisdom busily bearing, And now mechanical lips are the mocking trumpeters Of voices over the long hills and the seas faring. And words no longer run upon wires, but the air is full Of whispering, and of leaping unlovely voices The hired lightning with old wives' tales is voluble And the Ingenious Babe in man rejoices. So now in the midnight I clutch at my hot heart in fear Lest in the airy tangle should my words go Eagerly flying out of my lips to a too heedful ear, In the staring terrible hours when sleep is slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |
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