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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWO SONNETS: 2, by CLEMENT WOOD Poet's Biography
First Line: That which made me was bred of ache and bleeding
Last Line: An immortality to touch and cherish.
Subject(s): Life
First Line: That which made me was bred of ache and bleeding
Last Line: An immortality to touch and cherish.
Subject(s): Life
That which made me was bred of ache and bleeding,
Of ageless agony that shrieked and tore:
And since all this has gone into the kneading,
My substance can endure a little more.
What if men labor for deceitful prizes,
Or if no prizes crown the thorny strife?
We know, beyond the last remote surmises,
That life itself is the reward of life.
We know each day goes deathward robed in splendor,
That night is deep and still and ever dear,
That men are warm in friendship, women tender,
And that their love brings brimming harvest here,
A bright rebirth before the old soul perish,
An immortality to touch and cherish.
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