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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2), by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When all the overwork of life Last Line: I full of christ and christ of me. Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): God; Hearts; Labor & Laborers; Life; Soul; Work; Workers | |||
When all the over-work of life Is finished once, and fast asleep We swerve no more beneath the knife But taste that silence cool and deep; Forgetful of the highways rough, Forgetful of the thorny scourge, Forgetful of the tossing surge, Then shall we find it is enough? -- How can we say 'enough' on earth; 'Enough' with such a craving heart: I have not found it since my birth But still have bartered part for part. I have not held and hugged the whole, But paid the old to gain the new; Much have I paid, yet much is due, Till I am beggared sense and soul. I used to labour, used to strive For pleasure with a restless will: Now if I save my soul alive All else what matters, good or ill? I used to dream alone, to plan Unspoken hopes and days to come: -- Of all my past this is the sum: I will not lean on child of man. To give, to give, not to receive, I long to pour myself, my soul, Not to keep back or count or leave But king with king to give the whole: I long for one to stir my deep -- I have had enough of help and gift -- I long for one to search and sift Myself, to take myself and keep. You scratch my surface with your pin; You stroke me smooth with hushing breath; -- Nay pierce, nay probe, nay dig within, Probe my quick core and sound my depth. You call me with a puny call, You talk, you smile, you nothing do; How should I spend my heart on you, My heart that so outweighs you all? Your vessels are by much too strait; Were I to pour you could not hold, Bear with me: I must bear to wait A fountain sealed thro' heat and cold. Bear with me days or months or years; Deep must call deep until the end When friend shall no more envy friend Nor vex his friend at unawares. Not in this world of hope deferred, This world of perishable stuff; -- Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor heart conceived that full 'enough': Here moans the separating sea, Here harvests fail, here breaks the heart; There God shall join and no man part, I full of Christ and Christ of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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