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The Five Books of Youth
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Now the sick earth revives, and in the sun The heavy bee burdened the golden clover Of days and nights under the living vine You seek to hurt me, foolish child, and.
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Now the sick earth revives, and in the sun The heavy bee burdened the golden clover Of days and nights under the living vine You seek to hurt me, foolish child, and.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
- GenresPoetry
138 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2004
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March 6, 2023
Book 1: A Miscellany; Book 2: Days and Seasons; Book 3: Eros; Book 4: The Garden of Epicurus and Book 5: Sonnets. This book is so old and the poet always out of fashion that I can find no information on the structure of the work.
The poems themselves seem to more or less be of a piece, except for perhaps length. They are metrical and occasionally rhyme.
They were written while he was an ambulance driver during WWI. The war and his experiences are never directly mentioned. He writes of loss, death, autumn and absence. Many have religious undertones.
He was a contemporary of John Dos Passos and e.e.cumming. He roomed with Dos Passos for some time. He was a proponent of traditional forms and an opponent of modernism.
A favorite stanza:
The fugitive sunlight slips
Over the fragments of a cloud,
And the sky opens wide,
Behold the Dawn!
The poems themselves seem to more or less be of a piece, except for perhaps length. They are metrical and occasionally rhyme.
They were written while he was an ambulance driver during WWI. The war and his experiences are never directly mentioned. He writes of loss, death, autumn and absence. Many have religious undertones.
He was a contemporary of John Dos Passos and e.e.cumming. He roomed with Dos Passos for some time. He was a proponent of traditional forms and an opponent of modernism.
A favorite stanza:
The fugitive sunlight slips
Over the fragments of a cloud,
And the sky opens wide,
Behold the Dawn!
January 26, 2024
It was a great read.
GRAVE STONES IN A FRONT YARD
LEST the swift world forget their names and pass
Unthinking, they have set this cold dead slate Above their slumbers in the living grass To warn all comers of impending fate;
Where friends made merry once at their behest, Where young feet strolled about the shady lawn, They welcome none but one unfailing guest, And all the revellers but Death are gone.
Edgartown, 1916
This was my favorite one👍🖤
GRAVE STONES IN A FRONT YARD
LEST the swift world forget their names and pass
Unthinking, they have set this cold dead slate Above their slumbers in the living grass To warn all comers of impending fate;
Where friends made merry once at their behest, Where young feet strolled about the shady lawn, They welcome none but one unfailing guest, And all the revellers but Death are gone.
Edgartown, 1916
This was my favorite one👍🖤
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