THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION, by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOESPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: The bitter past Last Line: Even as I taste it. Subject(s): Future; Past; Poisons & Poisoning
THE bitter past And the untasted future I mix up, Making the present a dream-figured bowl For the black poison, which is caked and moulded, By the inside of the enchasing thoughts, Even as I taste it.