By Hayden Carruth Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. We can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever-renewing sump of corpse-flesh. But in this valley the snow falls silently all day, and out our window We see the curtain of it shifting and folding, hiding us away in our little house, The Curtain poem - George Bruce Home » Scottish poets » George Bruce The Curtain by George Bruce Half way up the stairs Is the tall curtain. We noticed it there After the unfinished tale. My father came home, His clothes sea-wet, His breath cold. He said a boat had gone. He held a lantern. The mist moved in, Rested on the stone step
The Curtain Poem by Gamaliel Bradford
Poems The Curtain Perhaps you know that story where people step out of this world and into another through a split in the air - they feel for it as you would your way across a stage curtain, after your one act, plucking at the pleats, trying for the folded-in opening through which you shiver and shoulder yourself without so much as a glance up Robert Browning was an English poet born in 1812. He is considered one of the preeminent Victorian poets of the period. Key Poem Information Unlock more with Poetry + Central Message: A critique of the oppressive nature of patriarchal authority Themes: Death, Love Speaker: The Duke of Ferrara By Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Hayden Carruth Poems Back to Poems Page The Curtain by Hayden Carruth Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever- renewing field of corpse-flesh. In this valley the snow falls silently all day and out our window
Behind The Curtain Behind The Curtain Poem by Brian Rihlmann
(The hall is pale, the curtain is red). Then, a soothing shroud, it falls, Rippling like a hero's banner. The curtain has no secrets-from the hall (Life is the audience, I am the curtain). Poems translated from the Russian by Catherine Ciepiela . Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941) was one of Russian poetry's most brilliant and tragic figures. 1809 - 1849 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Curtains - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets.. Ruth Stone, whose poetry collection In the Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press, 2002). The curtain was pulled, wrenched off and peeled back, X. No ordinary curtain, we know that's a fact. X. What lay behind cannot be placed into language, X. That's the entire point you see, words cannot vanquish. X. The curtain of course, is one you know well, A. You see it day by day and it covers nighttime as well. A.
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Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Said the man behind the curtain. But when the man behind the curtain. Came out from behind the curtain. Exposed as a fraud. Called a bad man. By the girl with the dog. He relented. A good man, said he. A bad wizard I be. Then did some good. For a time. Gave out gifts: Analysis of The Curtain Gamaliel Bradford 1863 (Boston, Massachusetts) - 1932 Others may seem gay and certain, A Steering one unbroken line. B But lift up the heart's dim curtain, A It might prove as frail as mine. B Full of shift and light vagary, C Thirsting, shrinking from the cup. D Truly, we had best be wary C And not lift the curtain up. D
Out—out are the lights—out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm. That the play is the tragedy, "Man,". And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. Source: The Complete Poems and Stories of Edgar Allan Poe (1946) By Philip Larkin. I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what's really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how. And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: yet the dread.
The Curtains In The House Of The Metaphysician Poem by Wallace Stevens
The Curtain by Judith Wright | AustLit: Discover Australian Stories The Curtain poetry "It was the curtain, softly rising and falling," Author: Judith Wright First known date: 1971 The material on this page is available to AustLit subscribers. If you are a subscriber or are from a subscribing organisation, please log in to gain full access. The Curtain Volume: Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey: Poems 1991-1995 Poem of the Day: Sunday, July 20th 2014 American Poems - Analysis, Themes, Meaning and Literary Devices > Poets
