HA! YOU count it horrible that the murder was committed, That the man was killed. What ails you? Is it the thought of what happened to the body, Or the imagined terror of the victim? And yet, much nearer home, and quite invisible, With sharp knife of words, glances, and even kisses, A slow still murder is proceeding; And the victim has, not minutes, but years of torment. Far more horrible than any murder of the body Is this murder of the life. Do you guess whom I mean? Yes, it is you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD LALLA ROOKH: PARADISE AND THE PERI by THOMAS MOORE AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD MOST ANY BIT OF LANDSCAPE by JEAN CAMERON AGNEW |