Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IDLENESS, by GABRIEL SOULAGES First Line: My head, my weary head, is like a timid bird that Last Line: It hangs, a pendant 'twixt your breasts. Subject(s): Idleness; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence | ||||||||
My head, my weary head, is like a timid bird that folds itself from cold upon your breast. The hour is gentle! the day is sweet and blue and fine. Autumn about to die caresses us. Na, norise not, I pray you! Remain stretched out like this on the divan. I hold your soul beneath my ear. I feel its life. Down there down there through that wide open window the church of the Isle of Tombs I see, whileglittering It hangs, a pendant 'twixt your breasts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST WHATEVER IT IS THAT'S ENCROACHING by CHARLES SIMIC NIKOS AT 42 by REETIKA VAZIRANI ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE PAINTED VASE by GABRIEL SOULAGES |
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