Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OPALS, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring Last Line: Even as my soul, o captive opal of my ring? Subject(s): Opals | ||||||||
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring. The fields of earth are in it, green and glimmering, The waves of the blue sky, night's purple flower of noon, The vanishing cold scintillations of the moon, And the red heart that is a flame within a flame. And as the opal dies, and is reborn the same, And all the fire that is its life-blood seems to dart Through the veined variable intricacies of its heart, And ever wandering ever wanders back again, So must my swift soul constant to itself remain, Opal, have I not been as variable as you? But, cloudy opal flaming green and red and blue, Are you not ever constant in your varying, Even as my soul, O captive opal of my ring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A BROTHER OF THE BATTUTI by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A TUNE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A WHITE NIGHT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AFTER LOVE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 1 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 2 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 3 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 4 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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