ROBERT PENN WARREN
ENGLISH 93: INDEPENDENT STUDY FINAL PROJECT
|Yes, a day is merely forever/ In memory's shiningness,/ And a year but a gust or gasp/ In the summer's heat of
Time, and in that last summer/ I was almost ready to learn/ What imagination is--it is only/ The lie we must learn
to live by, if ever/ We mean to live at all. Times change./ Things change. And K up and gone, and the summer/ Gone,
and I longed to know the world's name.
American Portrait: Old Style
|The day wore on, and he would ponder,/ Lifting his eyes from his work, thinking, thinking,/ Of the terrible distance
in love, and the pain,/ Smiling back at the sunlit smile, even while shrinking/ From recall of the nocturnal timbre,
and the dark wonder.