Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by G. R. VAN ALLEN First Line: God is a rhythm running through the head Last Line: That comes to penetrate the bitter night. | ||||||||
God is a rhythm running through the head, And yet not through the head but through the air, And yet not through the air but everywhere, Summoning up great thoughts that once were dead. God is an old quotation someone said, Thence to be borne along from here to there, Gathering depth and meaning everywhere, Touching with genius many a prosy head. God is an exultation duly swung Out of somewhere into somewhere, it seems; A knowing movement having its own way, wrung Out of the data gathering like dreams; God is the miracle of second sight That comes to penetrate the bitter night. | Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY |
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