Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRELUDE, by FENTON JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Tis twilight dim, the musing dreamer sits Last Line: The dying note of georgia lullaby. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
'Tis twilight dim; the musing dreamer sits Before his hearth, the sunset on his brow, And thus he ponders ere the birth of dusk. Some love the land where grew the laurel tree, The home of Gods and stern faced warriors, The altar Nature built and Art preserves; And long to hear heroic note from Pan. Such deem their love the freeborn English note, And others love the freeborn English note, The music of the songs the lusty sang In Mermaid Tavern and the Old Boar's Head, The gift of Shakespeare and the heritage Of Tennyson, the child romance hath nursed. And yet some say to me, "O Man of Dusk, Give us thy songs in broken Afric tongue, -- The music of the peasant in the South -- The native strain alone is poetry. Be thou as Burns or Dunbar was, Be thou as Lowell in his adobe home; The humble peasant is the truest bard." 'Tis not in classic mould or English flame, Or lilting song from crudest peasant tongue The soul that seeks the beauty of a truth Can gaze upon the ever gleaming light That flickers on the summit Poesy. But 'tis in living and the wonder Life We find the soul of Beauty is a God; The vision is the thing, and not the word. Then come with me where Life and Soul hath met; And hear the mother-croon of far-away, The dying note of Georgia lullaby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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