Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDNIGHT: 1917, by MARY CRAIG SINCLAIR Poet's Biography First Line: I drink my blood in secret grief, I weep Last Line: When hate has loosed its hounds of hell and death! Alternate Author Name(s): Sinclair, Upton, Mrs. Subject(s): Grief; Hate; Social Protest; Soldiers; Soldiers' Writings; War; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
I drink my blood in secret grief, I weep, I cry for truce, I dare not think for long Of that which has befallen men. The wrong Is too immense. I babble in my sleep Of it. I try to think, to understand And am engulfed in wild bewilderment, And every frenzied thought is impotent Against the awful thought of No-Man's Land! And yet I do not die. I eat and drink, I walk the earth, I wear a gown, I see A rose; it is the same old world, I think. But oh, it was not known before to me How love and pity vanish as a breath When Hate has loosed its hounds of Hell and Death! | 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 |
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