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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS FLESH, by KENNETH SLADE ALLING First Line: Inoculate with immortality Last Line: Our heaven or fantastically near it. Subject(s): Immortality | |||
Inoculate with Immortality This Flesh: Nay drug it with oblivion. It is too fabulously frail to be The vessel to hold heat like any sun: And all its wanton flame is spilled too soon To number it among the minor stars: Nor has it beauty dead unlike the moon. It is no better than a log that chars Blackened and brittle into cold decay. And yet beloved it has housed your heart And mine: become our shelter for a day: Our habitation: Something set apart; Hollow but hallowed with a gleam of spirit: Our Heaven or fantastically near it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING by DAVID IGNATOW I CLOSE MY EYES by DAVID IGNATOW IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE THINGS THAT DIE by GREGORY ORR THE MAN WHO DIED TWICE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |
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