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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
APOLOGIA VITAE, by MILICENT LAUBENHEIMER
First Line: Breathe not again, sweet breath, lest her delicate heart
Last Line: Of thorns, that was my rightful heritage.
Subject(s): Death; Flowers; Pain; Roses; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery
First Line: Breathe not again, sweet breath, lest her delicate heart
Last Line: Of thorns, that was my rightful heritage.
Subject(s): Death; Flowers; Pain; Roses; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery
Breathe not again, sweet breath, lest her delicate heart
Now, now at the point of rest, awakened be
And see the fine, the slender and polished dart
Leveled against her breast, wielded by me.
To harm, to affright her -- no, not I. But see,
Necessity compels -- that in her death
She of an ancient woe released be
And I assume the burden of her breath.
She of my anguish is the vital part.
Lo, in a garden of roses all encased
She nurtured me, but bore alone the smart
Of thorns, that was my rightful heritage.
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