Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONNET ADDRESSES VERS LIBRE, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: If you, free verse, exult in broken chains Last Line: Moored his rare spoil within my friendly strait. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
If you, Free Verse, exult in broken chains, In flinging far the fetters of the past, The metric bonds that held your fancy fast And cabined you from bold adventurous gains, Think not, while passion pulses in your veins, You, only, venture forth into the vast, You, only, hear the challenge of the blast, And dare the beckoning of distant mains. Within the Sonnet's narrow bound austere Is room for life and death, for love and hate; The mightiest souls have found full margin here For wit, for wisdom, and for keen debate. Why, Shakespeare, ranging through the human sphere, Moored his rare spoil within my friendly strait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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