Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DISCARD, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: He is the discard of the pack Last Line: He is the discard of the pack. Subject(s): Love; Shame; Soul | ||||||||
HE is the discard of the pack; He wonders, as he's tossed aside, What miss was his, what sorry lack, In what he erred, for whom he died? The two and fifty, comrades good, He loved; he yearned to play the game; The rules he thought he understood, -- Chances for glory or for shame. And so, high-heartedly he leapt Into the maze of queens and kings; In careless-wise, the Great Adept His soul into a corner flings. See, the once merry knave lies low, Puzzled, he broods his fortune black; This one thing only can he know: He is the discard of the pack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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