Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ADOREE (ON READING BROWNING'S 'LAST RIDE TOGETHER'), by VIRGINIA WAINRIGHT First Line: Onward we go to our destination Last Line: You with a smile, I with a tear? Subject(s): Aging; Browning, Robert (1812-1889); Poetry & Poets; Regret | ||||||||
Onward we go to our destination. Fields, rivers and ponds fly past us. The train is a giant dragging us on; We, tiny puppets of fate in his grasp. Think of our youth, so fair, so happy, Those bygone days when our lives were new, Each hour of comradeship in childhood So sweet . . . you and I at Wildwood. Burned into my brain the vivid scenes. As I gaze on your silky, chestnut hair, I reminisce to my heart's content. In those days by the brook you understood. In your thoughtful, deep blue eyes I seem To see us drenched by distant spray, As the booming waves strike rocky shore. Those scenes we two shall visit no more. That smile that dances upon your lips Is not for me, but is meant for him. Those velvet lips, defiant and rare, I shall press no more with warmth and love. Those cheeks, rosebuds of pink, no more Shall feel the pressure of my lips. All hopes and dreams life held for my hand Crushed and destroyed by a golden band. The incessant rhythm, as we move, Is beating my brain with a rat-tat-tat. Each tree we pass is one nearer the goal. Why must this ride ever end? In the palace which houses your soul, Is your heart but a block of stone? Must we part after many a year, You with a smile, I with a tear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP SORRINESS ATONEMENT SONG by GLYN MAXWELL MINOR MIRACLE by MARILYN NELSON A RENUNCIATION OF THE DESERT PRIMROSE; FOR J. ROBERT OPPENHEIMER by NORMAN DUBIE IN RETROSPECT by DAVID IGNATOW LULLABY FOR REGRET by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE |
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