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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BITTER HERB, by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER Poet's Biography First Line: O bitter herb, forgetfulness Last Line: Far as the vales of death? Subject(s): Forgetfulness | |||
O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, I search for you in vain; You are the only growing thing Can take away my pain. When I was young, this bitter herb Grew wild on every hill; I should have plucked a store of it, And kept it by me still. I hunt through all the meadows Where once I wandered free, But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, It hides away from me. O bitter herb, Forgetfulness, Where is your drowsy breath? Oh, can it be your seed has blown Far as the Vales of Death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE MUSIC BOX by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE MUDDY KID COMES HOME by SANDRA CISNEROS FUNCTIONAL FORGETTING by STEPHEN DOBYNS SHOYN FERGESSIN: 'I'VE FORGOTTEN' IN YIDDISH by ALBERT GOLDBARTH THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SINGING BACK THE WORLD by DORIANNE LAUX IT'S NOT COLD HERE by ELEANOR WILNER THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER |
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