Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO A REJECTED POEM, by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY First Line: Poor little poem, how forlorn returning Last Line: Twas thus perhaps with thee, dear foolish rhyme. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
Poor little poem, how forlorn returning That wentest forth with how high hopes of fame! Didst not experience a sense of shame Or indignation mute, against thy spurning, When nothing saved thee from contemptuous burning, Or parsimonious selling, save my name And paltry lucre? Ah, 'tis still the same From age to age with much of mortal yearning. Man toils and sweats for wealth he may not gain; In hopeless quest of glory doth he bleed; To fame's dim heights, unscalable, would climb. Yet fruitless effort is not all in vain; Success may lie in failure to succeed; 'Twas thus perhaps with thee, dear foolish rhyme. | 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 THE OLD CHURCH ON THE HILL by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY |
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