Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRISONERS, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: Fate, the gaoler, flung us down together Last Line: In webs of sympathy. Subject(s): Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts | ||||||||
FATE, the gaoler, flung us down together In a dungeon by the sea; Our ankles were sore fretted by the irons, We had nor file, nor key. Then of our hair we took the fine, soft tresses, And wove them carefully, And stooping down we swathed each other's fetters In webs of sympathy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECULAR GAMES by RICHARD HOWARD WHAT DID YOU SEE? by FANNY HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WORK IN PROGRESS by CHARLES MARTIN THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS A CHILD'S THOUGHTS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
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