Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UMBRIAN PLAIN, by VIDA DUTTON SCUDDER First Line: Thou art a holy poem, sweet umbrian plain Last Line: Still holds his voice for those who understand. Subject(s): Umbria, Italy; Universities & Colleges - Faculty; Wellesley College | ||||||||
THOU art a holy poem, sweet Umbrian plain, Forever chanted to the angels' ear: Thy tender vines beneath the hills austere, Thy shining poppies and thy springing grain, All murmur softly one melodious strain, While Brother Wind breathes low that he may hear, And floating o'er thy far horizons clear, Our Sister Clouds hearken the glad refrain. A poem of love remembered: day by day, Here, with some chosen brother of his band, God's Little Poor One wandered, lorn and gay, Weeping, yet singing on his homeless way Lauds of the creatures: and the lovely land Still holds his voice for those who understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG |
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