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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEAD POET, by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS First Line: I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face Last Line: And so I woke and knew that he was dead. Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Wilde, Oscar (1854-1900); Homoeroticism; Lesbians; Gay Women; Gay Men | |||
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face All radiant and unshadowed of distress, And as of old, in music measureless, I heard his golden voice and marked him trace Under the common thing the hidden grace, And conjure wonder out of emptiness, Till mean things put on beauty like a dress And all the world was an enchanted place. And then methought outside a fast locked gate I mourned the loss of unrecorded words, Forgotten tales and mysteries half said, Wonders that might have been articulate, And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds, And so I woke and knew that he was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FEMALE MASCULINITY by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE ASS FESTIVAL by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THE BOOK OF SCAPEGOATS by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM DOSSIER OF IRRETRIEVABLES by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM THIS ONE'S FOR YOU by JAN HELLER LEVI I KNOW MY HUSBAND'S BODY by TIMOTHY LIU THE GREEN RIVER by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS TWO LOVES: TO THE SPHINX by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU |
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