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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER AESCHYLUS, by JOSEPH TWADELL SHIPLEY First Line: There are numb silences in tragedy Last Line: And they are ashes when we turn to go. Subject(s): Aeschylus (525-456 B.c.) | |||
There are numb silences in tragedy When shrouded heads are bent into a wave Shrunk listless at the break; when dumb hands crave Our utmost gift of sorrow, silently Pleading for naught. Over the passive sea Hangs heavier weight of cloudless mystery. There is a well of silence in the grave; From this they draw, with this they gently lave Their worn and stricken souls. Let vengeance be The torment of the quick! Let prowling lust Consume the self-concerned! There is no fire To sparkle them to things that pass, no thrust To wake them from the stillness of their woe. They droop to form the pillars of the pyre And they are ashes when we turn to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FROGS: THE FATAL OIL-FLASK by ARISTOPHANES THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES AFTER READING AESCHYLUS by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN GODIVA MOON by JOSEPH TWADELL SHIPLEY OLD BATTLE-FIELD by JOSEPH TWADELL SHIPLEY PUCK by JOSEPH TWADELL SHIPLEY TIME'S CHAMPION by JOSEPH TWADELL SHIPLEY THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST |
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