Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST WORD, by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS First Line: I often wonder if blase Last Line: There is no word blasé. Subject(s): Hearts; Love Affairs | ||||||||
I often wonder if Blasé Is but a thin veneer, Or if it is an armor plate When loving hearts are near. 'Tis in the sobbing of the wind And patter of the rain, And in the touch of loving hearts Life ebbs and flows again. Then cast aside thy aloofness Thy symbol of Blasé, And let thy laughter ring again As in the olden day; And let the sunshine from thy soul Cheer others on their way; In loving service thou wilt find There is no word Blasé. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUBLE SPHERE, CLOVEN SPHERE by NORMAN DUBIE A MONTH IN SUMMER by CAROLYN KIZER OAXACA 1925 by KENNETH REXROTH SOTTOPORTICO SAN ZACCARIA by KENNETH REXROTH APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON IT'S ME, I'M NOT HOME by REETIKA VAZIRANI A CHRISTMAS CAROL AND ANTHEM by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS |
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