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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FOOD OF THE SOUL, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: I came at eve upon a lowland mead Last Line: "they shall be all thy soul shall feed upon." Subject(s): Death; Soul; Dead, The | |||
I CAME at eve upon a lowland mead Unknowing if my walk was fact or dream, And chanced me by a strange-environed stream By whose dark waters, rose nor wanton weed Had ever lifted leaves. In famished need I knelt and drank, when straight a silver gleam Of flowered fields arose in grace supreme, And loud a Voice cried out, "Thy every deed Of life has blossomed here. Look thou and see How many sweet ones bloom upon this lawn; For thou shalt pick the sweet on bended knee, Starting thy endless journey with the dawn. This stream is Death. And through eternity They shall be all thy soul shall feed upon." | 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 A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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