Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PROUD SONNET, by JEAN RICHEPIN


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PROUD SONNET, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The load we bear of trouble is self-made
Last Line: You who would stab my heart, search where you will!
Subject(s): Arms & Armor; Fights


THE load we bear of trouble is self-made.
Life is for fighting, and amid the rout
Of soldier, robber, traitor, murderous lout,
Hapless goes he unarmed, so fate's obeyed!
Then get you corselets that will turn the blade
Against the steel sheath of your bosom stout.
Let each forge his own armour for the bout,
And saints wear bristles lest they be waylaid.
So I may meet my murderers without dread.
I don the hair and set the mail thereon,
And dare who will to strike their felon steel!
My mail is perfect pride unconqueréd,
The hairy pelt into my flesh has grown:
You who would stab my heart, search where you will!





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