Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REQUEST, by FLORA J. ARNSTEIN First Line: This is the granite me Last Line: Your unencumbered anonymity. | ||||||||
This is the granite me: These stript bones, These polished struts and knobs, The wrist and knees' precise articulation, The skull's cool edifice -- These, the outlasting me; While the swift nerves, Bearers of rapture, of electric pain, Tuned to a thousand subtleties, These and the procreant brain Share the mortality of froth on waves. Therefore, persistent skeleton, Impervious and changeless, I, integral, unique and perishable, Do hereby abdicate, bequeath to you What is already yours; your sovereign prize Your unencumbered anonymity. | Other Poems of Interest...IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR HERE LIES A LADY by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP |
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