Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON BORROWING PLUMES, by GEORGE MEASON WHICHER First Line: It is too true: my sonnets' every phrase Last Line: From long, loud-thundering billows of miltonic seas. Subject(s): Borrowers And Lenders; Plagiarism; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
It is too true: my sonnets' every phrase Is but a gleaning from the field of song. All my poor fancies have seen better days; My flocks of rhyme to other folds belong. I joy to steal a crumb from Chaucer's feast; Echo a cadence Shelley's lips have stirred; Or taste again with Keats (rich fare, at least!) Some rare-ripe, long forgotten, luscious word. Even my thoughts are plunder: this has known The lightning-heat of Shakespeare's brain erewhile; That broad gold piece once Browning stamped his own; This gem was smoothed by Gray's experienced file; That pearl of price I brought -- for my heart's ease -- From long, loud-thundering billows of Miltonic seas. | 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 BACCHYLIDES by GEORGE MEASON WHICHER FOR THE EIGHTH OF DECEMBER by GEORGE MEASON WHICHER FOR THE IDES OF MARCH (AVE VAESAR!) by GEORGE MEASON WHICHER |
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