Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIGHING TIME, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The sighing time, the sighing time! Last Line: The sighing time, the sighing time. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Sighs; Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
THE sighing time, the sighing time! ... The old house mourns and shudders so; And the bleak garrets' crevices Like whirring distaffs utter dread; Streams of shadow people go By hollow stairs and passages In black cloths herding out their dead. Along the creaking corridors They troop with sighs, grayhead and young, They droop their heads in bitter tears. The panels yawn like charnel doors Where the dark windows ivy-clung Are gloating spiders' belvederes. Without, like old Laocoon, The yewtree claws the serpent gusts, The wicket swings with peacock screams. Time in the courtyard leans upon His pausing scythe, in dim mistrusts And sad recalls of summer dreams. The garden, cynically sown With leaves in death unlovely, bows Its tragic plume of pipy stalks: Poison-spores have overgrown In crazy-coloured death-carouse The parterres and the lovers' walks. The anguished sun is swiftly set, And Hesper's primrose coronal Is sullied with distortions pale. The grange bell in its minaret With dreary three-times-dreary call Dingles in the gale. The sighing time, the sighing time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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