Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRINGING JACK, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Green wooden leaves clap light away Last Line: Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through. | ||||||||
GREEN wooden leaves clap light away From the young flowers as white as day, -- Clear angel-face on hairy stalk; (Soul grown from flesh, an ape's young talk.) The showman's face is cubed, clear as The shapes reflected in a glass, Of water -- (Glog, glut, a ghost's speech Fumbling for space from each to each.) The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dust The universe, for fear it gain Its freedom from my box of brain. Yet dust bears seeds that grow to grace Behind my crude-striped wooden face, As I, a puppet tinsel-pink Leap on my springs, learn how to think, Then like the trembling golden stalk Of some long-petalled star, I walk Through the dark heavens, until dew Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |
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