Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GUEST, by BEATRICE B. BEEBE First Line: A tiny hate came knocking at the door Last Line: Hate alone was there, my soul, no more. Subject(s): Hate | ||||||||
A tiny hate came knocking at the door That leads into my very inmost soul. It was so small, I took it in before The world could know I'd made revenge my goal. I closed the door and thought to keep it hid From even my own eyes, until the hour When I would call it forth again and bid It act anew with its destructive power To bring unhappiness to one who'd wronged Me, at a time when I had needed most A kindly hand, a word of cheer, and longed For love. And so for hate I was the host. Time passed. Again I opened wide the door. Hate alone was there, my soul, no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM JACK ROSE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE PEOPLE OF THE OTHER VILLAGE by THOMAS LUX IN STRANGE EVENTS by WILLIAM MEREDITH LINES FOR A CHRISTMAS CARD by HILAIRE BELLOC LINES TO A DON by HILAIRE BELLOC BEYOND THE BAR by BEATRICE B. BEEBE MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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