Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT THEN OF US, WE HUMBLE FIDDLING FOLK, by CLEMENT WOOD Poet's Biography First Line: What then of us, we humble fiddling folk Last Line: Till the last mind forget its final dreaming. Subject(s): Beauty; Fiddles; Music & Musicians; Musical Instruments | ||||||||
What then of us, we humble fiddling folk, Who do not plough the field, nor weld the tool? Whose beauty-chastened singing never spoke Doom for the stumbling, over-burdened fool? We choose the only path that we can see, Heedless of dark and cold, hunger and thirst, Travailing in our wrenching misery: Beauty must flower, though the soil be curst. And as we dull, the marble wakes to form, The canvas glows, the air is singing wonder; And beauty, borne on wings of terrible storm, Tramples the souls of faithless mortals under, To shine serene with a still deathless gleaming Till the last mind forget its final dreaming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON ONE AND ONE by CECIL DAY LEWIS VISITING SUNDAY: CONVENT NOVITIATE by MADELINE DEFREES SEVERAL MEASURES FOR THE LITTLE LOST by NORMAN DUBIE NEAR MISS HAIKU by ANSELM HOLLO THE PLAYER PIANO by RANDALL JARRELL A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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