Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE SEEKS A REFUGE FROM THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN'S HAIR, by RICHARD K. WASHBURN First Line: Oh, is there no rest from beauty's caress? Last Line: And the worshiper win to an easy breast? Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
Oh, is there no rest from beauty's caress? A myriad suns have gone down in the west But the light in a woman's hair grows not dim. Oh, where is the end to this dear distress? Hair, know you not that our hearts are worn, That for eons they have labored without rest To sing to your tresses a fitting hymn That, speaking the magic, a peace be born And the worshiper win to an easy breast? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS HE COMPLAINS OF THE BEAUTY OF WOMEN by RICHARD K. WASHBURN |
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