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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOUL-DRIFT, by MATHILDE BLIND Poet's Biography First Line: I let my soul drift with the thistledown Last Line: But as the heir of all the universe. Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude Subject(s): Italy; Italians | |||
I LET my soul drift with the thistledown Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze; My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, Blown with the golden dust of flowering trees. On fleeting gusts of desultory song, I let my soul drift out into the Spring; The Psyche flies and palpitates among The palpitating creatures on the wing. Go, happy Soul! run fluid in the wave, Vibrate in light, escape thy natal curse; Go forth no longer as my body-slave, But as the heir of all the Universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1851: A MESSAGE TO DENMARK HILL by RICHARD HOWARD TONIGHT THE HEART-SHAPED LEAVES by JAN HELLER LEVI JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE SAILING HOME FROM RAPALLO by ROBERT LOWELL SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW by LISEL MUELLER HOW DUKE VALENTINE CONTRIVED by BASIL BUNTING FRAGMENTS FROM ITALY: 1 by JOHN CIARDI |
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