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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INVITATION, by EUGENE DE BULLET First Line: Lady, forsake the torrid coastal marshes Last Line: Slipped from my side and turned away her face. | |||
Lady, forsake the torrid coastal marshes, The festering faces and the stagnant talk, For there are venomous serpents in the rushes With beady eyes that eye you where you walk; And I will show you trees at moon-set striking The attitudes my grim despair distils, And I will serve you coffee to your liking When morning breaks with singing in the hills. I have not felt the wind of beauty blowing Sweet from your hands upon me in this place; I do not even know your brightest going Through alien streets enamoured of your grace. I only know that peace beyond my knowing Slipped from my side and turned away her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAMERS by EUGENE DE BULLET A MEMORY OF THE PLAYERS IN A MIRROR AT MIDNIGHT by JAMES JOYCE GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL ON HEARING OF INTENTION .. TO PURCHASE THE POET'S FREEDOM by GEORGE MOSES HORTON BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. THE OUTLAW by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE MODERN JUDAS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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