Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A WOUNDED MOTH, by GRACE DENIO LITCHFIELD Poet's Biography First Line: What help have I for thee, frail things Last Line: I kill theethus. Subject(s): Pain; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
WHAT help have I for thee, frail thing, Least of thy clan, Battling 'gainst fate with bruisèd wing? Albeit I hold thee in my hand, Farther am I from thee than stand The stars from man. Dost thou cry out? Dost thou make moan? I hear thee not. Thy worst pain thou must bear alone. The utmost pity on my part Can drop no balsam to thy heart. It is thy lot. And yet, more merciful to thee Than Heaven to us Through year-long plaint of agony More kind than He, of whom in vain, Kneeling, we beg surcease of pain, I kill theethus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A BIRTHDAY SONG by GRACE DENIO LITCHFIELD |
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