Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANTINOMY, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE First Line: There is no truth! Last Line: This evil thing ye publish her woman-eyes disprove. Subject(s): Disdain; Lies; Love; Truth; Women; Scorn | ||||||||
THERE is no truth! If here it ever dwelt, now it is dead; Cant and shrewd Custom flourish in its stead; There is no truth! Her heart is holy-pure, and speaketh very sooth. There is no health! For all men with a sore disease are smit, Past help or hope, and all men die of it; There is no health! Her broken body shineth with unimagined wealth. There is no light, But doubt, and secret dread, and shadow-dreams; Woeful we wander, following phantom gleams; There is no light! And yet a homelit haven unfoldeth to her sight. There is no faith! Our sages disavow the ancient tales, Holding that when the breath fails, being fails; There is no faith! Let them persuade themselves! It is not so she saith. There is no love, But only vanity, or passion, or pretence, Self-interest, instinctive social sense; There is no love! This evil thing ye publish her woman-eyes disprove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR MILAREPA, IN RUSE, ON PAPER by NORMAN DUBIE TWO WOMEN ON THE POTOMAC HIGHWAY by NORMAN DUBIE TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 13 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 14 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY VOICES OF SCORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO THE TUNE 'IN FAITH I CANNOT KEEP MY FATHER'S SHEEP' by JOHN HALL (1627-1656) TO HIS SCORNFUL MISTRESS by WILLIAM HAMMOND A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |
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