Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW GREY THE WORLD WAS, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How grey the world was with its memories Last Line: The news that you are here, in psalm and shout! Subject(s): Grief; Love - Loss Of; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
How grey the world was with its memories, How dark even this gay room where the motes run! How black these curtains, thick with murder cries, These chairs, this floor with things slain in the sun! 'Twas here I strangled love, a year ago, And hid it 'neath these pillows drenched in blood, As a mad mother her sweet babe of woe, Too strong to die, too fair, which shrieks aloud. How black and bare and bitter the world was Just yesterday! To-day, this room, dear Heaven, What laughters fill it! what light footsteps pass! See, the white chairs dance round me pleasure-driven, And these sad pillows, where I wept, blab out The news that you are here, in psalm and shout! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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