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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 1, by MARIE SKIPPER
First Line: The new bereaved alone can share this state
Last Line: Against a lot unaltered by my curse.
Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement
First Line: The new bereaved alone can share this state
Last Line: Against a lot unaltered by my curse.
Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement
The new bereaved alone can share this state
Wherein stark disbelief denies you dead,
The brain burns to undo such fate
With soul transformed to ice and heart to lead.
None but newcomers to this destiny
In grief untutored and in woe untaught,
Of love deprived by sudden death's decree
Perceive my ruin which your loss has wrought.
Destruction dark and pitiless despair
Forbid me breath to summon you to break
The chill paralysis of this nightmare
Which holds me bound and powerless to wake,
While I defiance dazed and mad rehearse
Against a lot unaltered by my curse.
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