Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MID-MAY, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN


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First Line: Hand clamped to desk, / and eyes on task undone
Last Line: When pan is at the door?
Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of; Pain; Suffering; Misery


HAND clamped to desk,
And eyes on task undone,
I see a meadow pool,
With shaken willows silvering.
O, gods that trouble me,
Wherefore, wherefore?—
Pan is at the door.

An arabesque
Of sifted sun
And forest star-grass, cool
With shadows tunnelling:
Witch-work that tauntingly
Webs my bare floor:
Ah, Pan is at the door.

I'm civilized,
And in my veins
The mountain brook is still
As water in a jar;
But oh, the heart hill-born,
It paineth sore,
For Pan is at the door.

Ye sacrificed
Of earth, what rains
Have wept their will
And drowned your rebel star,
That ye should sit forlorn,
Telling Greed's score,
When Pan is at the door?





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