Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHANTOMS, by HARRY MCGUIRE First Line: At the end I will bellow my challenge Last Line: God, forgive! Subject(s): Ghosts; Supernatural | ||||||||
At the end I will bellow my challenge; Holding my gun on the stoop; They will come with the hordes of evening In a silver sloop. Their faces fantastic and painted, Revealed to the look of the moon, Silently they will disembark -- Weird platoon. Then I will raise my musket For its last shot; There will be a sound in the stillness . . A barrel hot, The despairing glance of a watered eye As the smoke clears, and I see The phantom marchers moving still . . . Moving upon me. Cold as the kiss of hell their steel -- Cold as the dread of cost To a man who has waited to battle his sins To the last -- and lost. Then he will die at the sword-point Who knew not how to live, Who thought his sins were phantoms . . . God, forgive! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EN PASSANT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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