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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
QUESTION, by EUGENE DE BULLET First Line: What eye reflect the sight Last Line: Caverned from me apart. | |||
What eye reflect the sight Of this star-stippled night: What throat produce the words Of these night-haunted birds, Feathered, who sleep by day With silence none can say? The ripple's perfect arc, Nudging the river's glass, Astounds the huddled dark Where shadows hugely pass; Circumference none may draw. This then the body's flaw: No cool peace-perfect thing Hs sprung, nor yet may spring, And as a ripple ply These under-depths of sky Wherein I tensely stand -- Hot word and ready hand Who own -- to probe the heart Caverned from me apart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAMERS by EUGENE DE BULLET TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PSALM 74 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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