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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD PLEASURES DESERTED, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Cobwebs and kisks have crept Last Line: May-morning bright. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund | |||
COBWEBS and kisks have crept On what so smiled, so shone, so smiled; Fen-gotten fogs have wept, Rust and moth have ate and slept, Foul-coiling growths defiled. Morn's golden sandals lie Slouched and unnoted; moiled in weed, Diana's silver archery Sails no shrill wind; Pan's maiden-reed Is sunk to atoms grey and dry; Those flowers that lost Persephone Left in the sun, are shrunk to screed. There were stones and shells That a god brought me from a brook, They gleamed as miracles, They're now -- I dare not look. By a clear green pool a kingfisher flew, Left with me an angel's plume; Where greybirds sang cool orchards through I found a flute that put forth bloom. Michael's plume, flowery flute Were here, and thousand beauties more; Beneath this shroud of disrepute, These scurfs and soilings, lay rich store: But creeping on, the shade of death Has changed this air; Gaspingly I take my breath. Yet did you dare, Through this hushed and kisky den Find them you might, And touch them into truth again May-morning bright. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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