Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SELF-COMMUNING, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest Last Line: The soft night draws her long shroud down the skies. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
BE wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest, Now falls the twilight of thine eager plea; The dim haze wraps the city vaporously In peace or leaves long weariness unblest. Now doth the soulless rabble, lust-possest, Beneath the unsparing goad of Pleasure flee To reap remorse in foul satiety. Come, O my sorrow, on serener quest. Behold the lost years of thy life that lean From heaven's high balcony in garments mean; Behold Regret from the deep waters rise. While the dim sun drifts downward to his bed, Hearken how eastward with unechoing tread The soft Night draws her long shroud down the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |
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