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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POOL, by EDWARD DOWDEN Poet's Biography First Line: A wood obscure in this man's haunt of love Last Line: The brink, nor sheds a tear now, is his wraith. Subject(s): Lakes; Pools; Ponds | |||
A wood obscure in this man's haunt of love, And midmost in the wood where leaves fall sere, A pool unplumbed; no winds these waters move, Gathered as in a vase from year to year. And he has thought that he himself lies drowned, Wan-faced where the pale water glimmereth, And that the voiceless man who paces round The brink, nor sheds a tear now, is his wraith. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN GETS OFF WORK EARLY by THOMAS LUX THE FRIARY AT BLOSSOM, PROLOGUE & INSTRUCTIONS by NORMAN DUBIE SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 2. RED POND by CAROL FROST |
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