Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DUET (I SING WITH MYSELF), by LEONORA SPEYER Poet's Biography First Line: Out of my sorrow Last Line: Because of my wings! Subject(s): Singing & Singers | ||||||||
Out of my sorrow I'll build a stair, And every tomorrow Will climb to me there; With ashes of yesterday In its hair. My fortune is made Of a stab in the side, My debts are paid In pennies of pride; Little red coins In a heart I hide. The stones that I eat Are ripe for my needs, My cup is complete With the dregs of deeds; Clear are the notes Of my broken reeds. I carry my pack Of aches and stings, Light with the lack Of all good things; But not on my back, Because of my wings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY A B C'S IN GREEN by LEONORA SPEYER |
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