ANGRY Earth, give me thy fury, That when Death seeks to o'ercome me And my brain and body bury In his hole, I shall rise, I shall rise. Pain, that's like the rust of metals, Stain upon the mind's most fairness, Frost that wastes wind-shaking petals, Pain the Ghost, Death's sly ally, I shall dare. Angry Earth, forbear sweet summer, April softness, May's too-sweetness, Mute be Autumn's early drummer— Winter's strength Give me, and his frozen heat. Arctic Death, then, blizzard-breathing, I shall dare, @3sans@1 fear or wonder, Icy pangs, pain's seas deep seething. Give me fury, Angry Earth, to outface Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY WYATT BEING IN PRISON, TO BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |