Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SMALL DEATH TO LAUGH, by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE First Line: Away, airy comber of comets! Last Line: Away, airy comber of comets! Alternate Author Name(s): Corbiere, Tristan Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Away, airy comber of comets! The grass in the wind will be your hair; From your gaping eyes will-o'-wisps Will rise, prisoners in the poor heads . . . Graveyard flowers called Little Flirts Will overgrow your earthy laugh . . . And forget-me-nots, those flowers of dungeons forgot . . . Make light of it: poets' coffins Are but toys to pallbearers, Violin cases with an empty sound . . . They'll think you're dead-the bourgeois are dull- Away, airy comber of comets! | 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 AFTER THE RAIN by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE |
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