Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAINT'S GOLD, by JOHN BUNKER First Line: Whoso is faithful warden of desire Last Line: In man's own breast he bears his heaven or hell. Subject(s): Saints | ||||||||
Whoso is faithful warden of desire, And o'er his bosom wields control complete, Hath deep within his soul a bower meet For shadowy ease and chaunt of woodland quire; Nay, 'tis a sacred region walled with fire, A sanctuary pure, a calm retreat Of healing thoughts and claustral silence sweet Whence all the ills o' the seeming world retire. But if he should his wild desires unpen Upon this precious plot and it despoil, The snake Remorse about his heart shall coil And this fair garth become a viperous den; For this is truth, if any truth's to tell, In man's own breast he bears his Heaven or Hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. AGNES' EVE by KENNETH FEARING THINKING ABOUT PAUL CELAN by DENISE LEVERTOV THE TEMPTATIONS OF SAINT ANTHONY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY EL SANTO NINO DE ATOCHA by PAT MORA LA SAGRADA FAMILIA by PAT MORA THE VISITATION / LA VISITACION by PAT MORA NUESTRA SENORA DE LA ANUNCIACION by PAT MORA CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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