Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MASKS OF DEATH, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Then the lark, his singing on a sudden done Last Line: The clods roll their brown heads, all golgotha in wrath. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
Then the Lark, his singing on a sudden done, Fell through crystal sunrays to his twilight bed; Then the woods as sharp and carved as Parthenon Stood before charmed eyes for ever; time was dead. Now is haste returned; the striding fury flings That mad mantle abroad, and foots both Pole and path. Swarming grasses hiss: pursue wild beaks and wings; The clods roll their brown heads, all Golgotha in wrath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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