Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOSSES, by WINIFRED LUCAS First Line: In every battle something dies Last Line: Hurt with the thing that anger smote. Alternate Author Name(s): Le Bailly, Mrs. Subject(s): Betrayal; Fights; Love - Complaints | ||||||||
IN every battle something dies; And I defy you, knowing this? Loss in the wings of Victory flies; And more than any ravished prize Reverses miss. If thine the day, oh love, or mine, Some sweetness, harmless and remote, Shall slaughtered lie, or wounded pine, Hurt with the thing that anger smote. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI |
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