The House of Life A Sonnet-Sequence
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Sprache:Englisch
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Verlag:De Gruyter Mouton
Fr. 66.90
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Beschreibung
Produktdetails
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Erscheinungsdatum
16.04.2014
Verlag
De Gruyter MoutonSeitenzahl
242
Maße (L/B/H)
19.6/12.5/1.9 cm
Gewicht
348 g
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN
978-0-674-43157-7
Excerpt: ...together, alive from the abyss, Clung the soul-wrung implacable close kiss; And pity of self through all made broken moan Which said, 'For once, for once, for once alone ' And still Love sang, and what he sang was this: - III 'O ye, all ye that walk in Willow-wood, That walk with hollow faces burning white; What fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood, What long, what longer hours, one lifelong night, Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite Your lips to that their unforgotten food, Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light Alas the bitter banks in Willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red: Alas if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead, - Better all life forget her than this thing, That Willowwood should hold her wandering ' IV So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose Together cling through the wind's wellaway Nor change at once, yet near the end of day The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows, - So when the song died did the kiss unclose; And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey As its grey eyes; and if it ever may Meet mine again I know not if Love knows. Only I know that I leaned low and drank A long draught from the water where she sank, Her breath and all her tears and all her soul: And as I leaned, I know I felt Love's face Pressed on my neck with moan of pity and grace, Till both our heads were in his aureole. WITHOUT HER What of her glass without her? The blank grey There where the pool is blind of the moon's face. Her dress without her? The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away. Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place Without her? Tears, ah me for love's good grace, And cold forgetfulness of...
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