Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN UNGENTLE CRITIC, by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The great sun sinks behind the town Last Line: There are old-fashioned folk still like it. Subject(s): Critics & Criticism | ||||||||
THE great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting down That glorious blaze behind the town? You'll only skip the page, you'll look For newer pictures in this book; You've read of sunsets rich as mine. A fresh wind fills the evening air With horrid crying of night birds.... But what reads new or curious there When cold winds fly across the air? You'll only frown; you'll turn the page, But find no glimpse of your "New Age Of Poetry" in my worn-out words. Must winds that cut like blades of steel And sunsets swimming in Volnay, The holiest, cruellest pains I feel, Die stillborn, because old men squeal For something new: "Write something new: We've read this poem -- that one too, And twelve more like 'em yesterday"? No, no! my chicken, I shall scrawl Just what I fancy as I strike it, Fairies and Fusiliers, and all Old broken knock-kneed thought will crawl Across my verse in the classic way. And, sir, be careful what you say; There are old-fashioned folk still like it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES FREELY TAKEN FROM CALLIMACHUS by CHARLES MARTIN FORM DESTRUCTIONIST?ÇÖSCULPTOR by ROBERT MCALMON POETS AND CRITICS by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS LINES TO A DON by HILAIRE BELLOC TO A REVIEWER WHO ADMIRED MY BOOK by JOHN CIARDI SONORA DESERT POEM by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST IN MEMORY OF DAVID KALSTONE by ANTHONY HECHT METAMORPHOSES: 16. PROSERPINA (JOHN RUSKIN) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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