Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LONDON POETS (IN MEMORIAM), by AMY LEVY Poet's Biography First Line: They trod the streets and squares where now I tread Last Line: "no more he comes, who this way came and went." Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
(In Memoriam.) THEY trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago ; When, thin and grey, the melancholy snow Clung to the leafless branches overhead ; Or when the smoke-veiled sky grew stormy-red In autumn ; with a re-arisen woe Wrestled, what time the passionate spring winds blow ; And paced scorched stones in summer : -- they are dead. The sorrow of their souls to them did seem As real as mine to me, as permanent. To-day, it is the shadow of a dream, The half-forgotten breath of breezes spent. So shall another soothe his woe supreme -- "No more he comes, who this way came and went." | 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 A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY |
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