Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PALINODIA, by JAMES RYDER RANDALL Poet's Biography First Line: Though it leave me ashes, I will thrust Last Line: Through the dim vale of night. Subject(s): Love; Salvation | ||||||||
THOUGH it leave me ashes, I will thrust This Etna from my breast; My times have been tumultuous, they shall know The ecstasy of rest. They marred the work of heaven when they scoff'd My unpolluted truth Oh, it was death to feel the venom-dews Trickling the veins of youth! My mind was swung in blindness, like a cloud, O'er caverns of despair; My soul was a dead Carthage, with a doomed And baffled Roman there. Stung by the blare and trespass of the world, I cursed it, on my knees, Where, in its cell, monastic Amazon Hymns to the cloistered trees. I wrestled with my soul when twilight fowls Began their rigadoon, Where the lost cypress, like Ophelia, mourns Above the gaunt lagoon. Yes! I have pillaged the forbidden boughs Of all their stealthy lore; The fruit that shed its dust upon my lips Was from Gomorrha's shore. Love! I will cleanse those lips at Siloe's pool, Incumbent to the sod; I look upon my past, as pagans look Upon their cloven god. Love! I will kneel at holier knees again, With sin-abashing brow, And learn a new philosophy from faith To save me from the slough. Love! it was thy meek eyes and gentle words That gave my spirit sight; And it will follow thee to higher lands Through the dim Vale of Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE FEATHER AT BREENDONCK by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AT THE DEATH OF A MONGOLIAN PEASANT by NORMAN DUBIE THE DESERT DEPORTATION OF 1915 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MERCY SEAT by NORMAN DUBIE LIKE ANY OTHER MAN by GREGORY ORR JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL |
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