Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAPPINESS, by EDITH WHARTON Poet's Biography First Line: This perfect love can find no words to say Last Line: The sound of deep that calleth unto deep. Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
THIS perfect love can find no words to say. What words are left, still sacred for our use, That have not suffered the sad world's abuse, And figure forth a gladness dimmed and gray? Let us be silent still, since words convey But shadowed images, wherein we lose The fulness of love's light; our lips refuse The fluent commonplace of yesterday. Then shall we hear beneath the brooding wing Of silence what abiding voices sleep, The primal notes of nature, that outring Man's little noises, warble he or weep, The song the morning stars together sing, The sound of deep that calleth unto deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER |
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