Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IRELAND'S VENGEANCE, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This is thy day, thy day of all the years Last Line: Vengeance, to love them. Be that vengeance thine! Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
THIS is thy day, thy day of all the years. Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom, Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears. Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home The dead they slew for thee, or nurse thy doom, Or fan the smoking flax of thy desire Their hatred could not quench. Thy hour is come; And these, if they would reap, must reap in fire. What shall thy vengeance be? In that long night Thou hast essayed thy wrath in many ways, Slaughter and havoc and Hell's deathless spite. They taught thee vengeance who thus schooled thy days, Taught all they knew, but not this one divine Vengeance, to love them. Be that vengeance thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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