Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWO LIVES. PART 2: 11, by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD Poet's Biography First Line: Had it not been ours, had she been mine. - a fate Last Line: With querulous fingers? Was it not enough? Subject(s): Togetherness | ||||||||
Had it been ours, had she been mine. -- A fate Ironic, not alone in scope of plot, But in each tragic detail, shaped my lot, With cunning masterstroke from date to date. The poet-scholar walked that fair estate With love and all the muses, in his prime For honorable deeds of prose and rhyme, -- Yet poison in each fruit and herb he ate. Was't not enough that Madness harbored there, At the house beside the waters (on the wall In painted smile, and in the perilous stuff Of Love's own brain whispering of Otherwhere), And that Old Age was tottering down the hall, With querulous fingers? Was it not enough? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN WITH FLAXEN HAIR IN NORFOLK HEARD by ROBERT KELLY YESTERDAY FROM MY FEVER by GALWAY KINNELL IF YOU COULD COME SOFTLY by AUDRE LORDE MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SILENT IN THE MOONLIGHT by ROBERT BLY TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD |
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