William Vaughn Moody Place Poems

  • 1.
    Before the coming of the dark, he dreamed
    An old-world faded story: of a knight,
    Much like in need to him, who was no knight!
    And of a road, much like the road his soul
    ...
  • 2.
    Poi disse un altro.... "Io son Buonconte:
    Giovanna o altri non ha di me cura;
    Per ch' io vo tra costor con bassa fronte."

    ...
  • 3.
    All day he drowses by the sail
    With dreams of her, and all night long
    The broken waters are at song
    Of how she lingers, wild and pale,
    ...
  • 4.
    Two hours, two hours: God give me strength for it!
    He who has given so much strength to me
    And nothing to my child, must give to-day
    What more I need to try and save my child
    ...
  • 5.
    I wonder can this be the world it was
    At sunset? I remember the sky fell
    Green as pale meadows, at the long street-ends,
    But overhead the smoke-wrack hugged the roofs
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  • 6.
    Thank God my brain is not inclined to cut
    Such capers every day! I 'm just about
    Mellow, but then--There goes the tent-flap shut.
    Rain 's in the wind. I thought so: every snout
    ...
  • 7.
    Through his might men work their wills.
    They have boweled out the hills
    For food to keep him toiling in the cages they have wrought;
    And they fling him, hour by hour,
    ...
  • 8.
    A mile behind is Gloucester town
    Where the flishing fleets put in,
    A mile ahead the land dips down
    And the woods and farms begin.
    ...
  • 9.
    A mile behind is Gloucester town
    Where the fishing fleets put in,
    A mile ahead the land dips down
    And the woods and farms begin.
    ...
Total 9 Place Poems by William Vaughn Moody

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