Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FORSAKEN, by JOHN DRINKWATER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The word is said, and I no more shall know Last Line: Save for a bedesman telling o'er his beads. Subject(s): Prayer; Purgatory; Soul | ||||||||
THE word is said, and I no more shall know Aught of the changing story of her days, Nor any treasure that her lips bestow. And I, who loving her was wont to praise All things in love, now reft of music go With silent step down unfrequented ways. My soul is like a lonely market-place, Where late were laughing folk and shining steeds And many things of comeliness and grace; And now between the stones are twisting weeds, No sound there is, nor any friendly face, Save for a bedesman telling o'er his beads. | 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 |
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