Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STRANGER, by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME Poet's Biography First Line: I often wonder with what blood doth beat Last Line: Who veils the glory of his land and blood. Alternate Author Name(s): Sully-prudhomme Subject(s): Grief; Strangers; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
I OFTEN wonder with what blood doth beat This truant heart that all delight doth tire, These thoughts and feelings that unquenched aspire As though unending bliss for them were meet. Where is the paradise where thou hadst seat? In what King's army hast thou taken hire? Since vileness here doth flout thine eyes' desire, What beauty is thy soul's right counterfeit? Surely my sorrow for a heav'n unknown And my divine disgust spring not unsown: Vainly I grope within my heart of mud; And aye bewildered by my sobbing breast, Hearken the grief of my strange kingly guest Who veils the glory of his land and blood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS ALONE by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME AU BORD DE DEAU by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME BEFORE THE APOLLO OF THE BELVEDERE by RENE FRANCOIS ARMAND PRUDHOMME |
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