A DUBIOUS, strange, uncomprehended life, A roll of riddles with no answer found; A sea-like soul which plummet cannot sound, Torn with belligerent winds at mutual strife. The god in him hath taken unto wife A daughter of the pit, and, strongly bound In coils of snake-like hair about him wound, Dies, straining hard to raise the severing knife. For such a sunken soul, what room in heaven? For such a soaring soul, what place in hell? Can those desires be damned, those doings shriven, Or in some lone mid-region must he dwell Forever? Lo! God sitteth with the seven Stars in his hand, and shall not he judge well? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS |