Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 8. THE POET, by GEORGE CABOT LODGE Poet's Biography First Line: He comes last of the long processional Last Line: His heart's blood smelted to the ore of song. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
He comes last of the long processional, Last of the perfect lovers, doomed as they To live ever more lonely day by day By all rejected and condemned by all. Hands stretch to hold him, -- yet he cannot stay. Treading in the large night his outward way He learns how much the crowns are spiritual. His heaven is godless since his faith is whole; No thing but finds in him a perfect love, No flower, no star but buds within his soul. Labor and sleep, the warmth of home belong To all but him, - he feels instead thereof His heart's blood smelted to the ore of song. | 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 SONG FOR REVOLUTION by GEORGE CABOT LODGE |
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