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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWO SONNETS: 2, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Never until our souls are strong enough Last Line: The mead of thought's prophetic endlessness. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | |||
Never until our souls are strong enough To plunge into the crater of the Scheme -- Triumphant in the flash there to redeem Love's handsel and forevermore to slough, Like cerements at a played-out masque, the rough And reptile skins of us whereon we set The stigma of scared years - are we to get Where atoms and the ages are one stuff. Nor ever shall we know the cursed waste Of life in the beneficence devine Of starlight and of sunlight and soul-shine That we have squandered in sin's frail distress, Till we have drunk, and trembled at the taste, The mead of Thought's prophetic endlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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