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| Subject: William Wordsworth, A poem by Sidney Keyes Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:03 am | |
| William Wordsworth Image: Sidney Keyes by Milein Cosman, 2001 No room for mourning: he's gone out Into the noisy glen, or stands between the stones Of the gaunt ridge, or you'll hear his shout Rolling among the screes, he being a boy again. He'll never fail nor die And if they laid his bones In the wet vaults or iron sarcophagi Of fame, he'd rise at the first summer rain And stride across the hills to seek His rest among the broken lands and clouds. He was a stormy day, a granite peak Spearing the sky; and look, about its base Words flower like crocuses in the hanging woods, Blank though the dalehead and the bony face. Written by : Sidney Keyes (1922-1943) He died before he was twenty-one.Words and meanings Mourning حداد -glen وادى صغير منعزل - gaunt مضنى أو كئيب - ridge قمة تل او جبل - screes أحجار أو حصوات -vaultمدفن sarcophagi توابيت حجرية -stride يتقدم بسرعة - graniteجرانيت أو صوان- peak قمة -flower تزهر - crocusesالزعفران | |
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