Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GIPSIES AT NIGHT, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR Poet's Biography First Line: With brown arms wreathed about the fire Last Line: Whom tears of things can touch no more? Subject(s): Gypsies; Gipsies | ||||||||
With brown arms wreathed about the fire Low crouch the wanderers circlewise; Wild as regret or as desire Their voices and deep liquid eyes; Wild as the goings of the wind Their tresses and their fluttering weeds, And wild their talk of some unkind Mishap and of poor daily needs. Behind a cart-wheel of their show I hide as best I can to mark This strange small arabesque aglow Against the autumnal northern dark. Quick! I am seen! They hush their speech, And then with stealthy change resume Discourse beyond my mental reach In Romany that sounds like doom. A melancholy girl repines, While her wild eyes flash out in scorn; A sybil with waved hand defines: A lean man blurts a curse forlorn. Oh Gipsies, wherefore am I kept From your confabulation strange? Have I in anything o'erstepped The limits of the Trackless Range? Have I not also wandered far And known unrests and many dearths, Speaking the language of some star That shines not over happier births? In Fate's inexorable mesh I struggle, too, for no known cause: Sharply as hunger of the flesh The Famine of the Spirit gnaws. Are we not poets both, that fleet Across the wild of Time, aloof, Too scarred and with too tameless feet To win below the social roof, And rest among pale mortal men, And unrepiningly to snore Like any honest citizen, Whom tears of things can touch no more? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ASSIMILATION OF THE GYPSIES by LARRY LEVIS THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR |
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