Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. OF THE PAST, by EDWARD CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: Of the past - of those that come no more Last Line: Dear face gazing up into mine, dost thou remind me? Subject(s): Memory; Past | ||||||||
OF the Pastof those that come no more Of the feet that tread the door-sill no more of the eyes we no more can look into The sound of the voice so longed for, but it is not heard, The one human form sought for over all the world, in all the throngs of cities, by sea-coasts and bays, over fax continents and islands, Among all the habitations of the stars, bat it is not there Of the self swooning down, dying utterly, Of love, love, without end and without beginnings, Visiting all mortals, the sum of human life, With wings like a vast bird passing in the nightveiled awful form so close, yet impossible to detain: Why dear face so white in the nightso white in the moon's faint light as it steals along the hill-top Dear face gazing up into mine, dost thou remind me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FERGUS FALLING by GALWAY KINNELL A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV LAST THINGS by WILLIAM MEREDITH CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AS A MOULD FOR SOME FAIR FORM by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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