Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXILE, by IONNA-VERONIKA WARWICK First Line: The blinds are turned Last Line: We bury ourselves, %facing the morning %in which we came | ||||||||
Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE RAZOR-SELLER by JOHN WOLCOTT A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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