O helpless few in my country, O remnant enslaved! Artists broken against her, A-stray, lost in the villages, Mistrusted, spoken-against, Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems, Helpless against the control; You who cannot wear yourselves out By persisting to successes, You who can only speak, Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration; You of the finer sense, Broken against false knowledge, You who can know at first hand, Hated, shut in, mistrusted: Take thought: I have weathered the storm, I have beaten out my exile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ISLAND OF THE SCOTS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A LOVE BARGAINE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE KISS OF GOD by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK |