Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CHRONICLE, by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE Poet's Biography First Line: All about the blown wind's ways Last Line: Are my shadows near it. Subject(s): Shadows | ||||||||
All about the blown wind's ways, Never unbelieving, With a mellow, antique grace, And triumphant grieving, Came across the meadow, Went beyond the hill, Thin as any shadow, Passed my chronicle. Earth writes the epitaph, Rain and leaves wear it: Eyes to see, lips to laugh, Are my shadows near it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANIMAL INSIDE THE ANIMAL by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN DRIVING ALONGSIDE THE HOUSANTONIC RIVER ALONE ON A RAINY APRIL NIGHT by WILLIAM MATTHEWS NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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