Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ANACREONTICS: 7, by JACOPO VITTORELLI Poet's Biography First Line: O happy plane, thou prosperous tree! Last Line: Still rages in my troubled breast. Alternate Author Name(s): Vittorelli, Iacop Subject(s): Storms; Trees | ||||||||
O HAPPY Plane, thou prosperous tree! One day, myself I planted thee; Amid the grove none lifts on high A fairer crest to cleave the sky. How grew thy boughs so quickly? say, How spread so wide thy thickening spray, Uninjur'd still thy graceful form By fury of the winter storm? That name, which, as a treasur'd mark, Thou bearest on thy verdant bark, Ere its destructive anger burst, Far, far from thee the storm dispers'd. Though in my heart that name I bear, By Love's own finger written there, A ceaseless storm forbidding rest Still rages in my troubled breast. | Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS |
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