Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better hearts
Last Line: Their tools of death and darings manifold.
Subject(s): Farewell; Prisons & Prisoners; Parting; Convicts


Farewell, dark gaol. You hold some better hearts
Than in this savage world I thought to find.
I do not love you nor the fraudulent arts
By which men tutor men to ways unkind.
Your law is not my law, and yet my mind
Remains your debtor. It has learned to see
How dark a thing the earth would be and blind
But for the light of human charity.

I am your debtor thus and for the pang
Which touched and chastened, and the nights of thought
Which were my years of learning. See I hang
Your image here, a glory all unsought,
About my neck. Thus saints in symbol hold
Their tools of death and darings manifold.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net