Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO LIFE, by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF First Line: You may ruthlessly wound me, leaving me Last Line: And where is poverty? Subject(s): Life | ||||||||
You may ruthlessly wound me, leaving me stripped of my pride, With promises later denied You may render me insecure, fearful of days that must be Lurking, waiting for me. But burning in me are things that never shall pass, The wild, sweet smell of strawberries in deep June grass, The jewelled flash of a humming bird, skimming the light, And restless, wintry Orion, striding the night. Take all but these from me, And where is poverty? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW |
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