PRELUDE
by: John Millington Synge (1871-1909)
TILL south I went and west and south again,
Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,
And far from cities, and the sights of men,
Lived with the sunshine and the moon’s delight.
I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds,
The gray and wintry sides of many glens,
And did but half remember human words,
In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.
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gfhurley // May 8, 2008 at 4:04 am |
Great poem. Ninteenth century is perhaps the best century for poetry I’d have to say. Beautiful stuff.
Thanks again John for coming to symposium! Good times.