Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EXILE, by ARTHUR JONSON First Line: Today a palanquin Last Line: Above the water's edge? | ||||||||
Today a palanquin, making a staccato of color against the sky, came by me. As I watched, the curtains were parted and a white hand breathed the air. When shall I go back? When shall I see again your little feet dancing above the water's edge? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAR MOUNTAINS by ARTHUR JONSON SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPITAPH; INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT ERECTED BY GENTLEMAN FOR HIS LADY by JAMES BEATTIE UNDERTONES by GRACE HOLBROOK BLOOD |
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